We reached the Sunway Amphitheatre like, even before sunrise. Standing at the amphitheatre at 5 in the morning surely is scary. Dim lights and scary sounds coming out from the petting zoo really isn't a nice place to explore. Having not getting any sleep at all the night before, me and dear was completely worn out by the time the event started. I was there, kaypoh-ing, running here and there, lepak-ing at the back stage, peeping from the backdrop at the huge swarm of people wearing the same colour shirt doing the "happy feet" dance, was kind of fun.
The crowd this year was easily a few hundreds. Most of them came with their families, some even came with their babies in the pram (those obviously we know what's their motive being here), and some even came wearing jeans and slippers. Through this kind of event, we could see all sort of kiasu people. But what I anticipated to see most was the strokists. Most of them were elderlys, some in wheelchairs. What I respected them the most is their confidence, their positive thinkings, and their enthusiasm in taking part. No matter how difficult it is they can still go through it and finish the walk; win or not. In the other hand, I have to say, I am ashamed of those normal people like us, who were actually arguing about who's winning - just for the sake of the prizes. There were arguments and complains about who don't deserve to win and there were finger pointings at who main tipu, who ran instead of walk, bla bla bla. I stood there, witnessing everything, every kind of different situations and characters. Everyone swarmed to the starting point when it was about to start, but when the horn went off, those in the front line disappeared into thin air, while those behind - walked a few steps and then lepak at the pondok just in front of the starting line and wait for the whole thing to finish. wtf?! Even all the strokists walked the whole round, and you people; with perfectly functional hands and legs just stood there fanning yourself and wait for the rest to come back? Do you even feel ashamed for yourself? 'Coz I do for you. Win or not, it's the procedures that matters. I see the strokists was already so happy that they actually finished the walk, they are already a winner in heart.
Being able to come and see this event was an eye opener for me. I have participated in activities back in our Humanitarian Club during high school - visits to elderly homes, hospitals, orphanages, mental wards - been there done that. But witnessing walkathons or jogathons like this, is my first time. And I felt privileged having given the chance to witnessed it. With due respect, I did not snap any photos of the strokists, because I never know if they'd like their pictures taken and being post on the net. I have pictures of myself though. But I don't know you guys want to see the strokists more or me lar, I assume it's me so... *perasan* Hahaha!
Guardian Nasam Charity Walkathon 2009
A small amount of participants who arrived super early enjoying some free activities - face painting, free candies and samples giveaway.
Dear fooling around at the back stage before the event start. Sorry gambar pecah lar..
A tired looking panda couple
I managed to sneaked into the petting zoo before the event start. And this little fella was the first to greet me. A red fox that doesn't look so red. Shy fella. *cute*
I think this is some sort like a Kangaroo. Don't know what it is but dear said it's a kangaroo. So, a kangaroo it is.
The black goat was trying to hump the brown goat but before I managed to snap it the warden walked over and kacau. Darn!~
And then all the penguins swarmed the starting line. Looked so semangat - actually they're not. *hmph*
I found a secluded hide out spot with AIR CONDITIONED!! This is the only place to be when the sun is blazing outside.
*SSSHHHH* Dear didn't know I took a picture of him curi-ing tulang.
Tear down is one of the worst part in an event. But not for me, because i just sit there and watched. =p
I was so sick of wiping my sweats I just clip the tissue between my shades, and it made me looked like as if I just came out from a plastic surgery. The organizers thought my nose was bleeding. wtf!~Fore Dakar Kurum - See you again in Bangladeshi language (-.-)"
love the pics I .go this yr
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