Posted on November 24, 2006 by gothica-eternia.
The Question: “This year’s theme for the Fanta-IAS-tic week is: IAS @ 72. Soaring high through a unified community. But what if the community doesn’t want to be unified? Would you still consider it a unified community?”
The Answer: “I will not consider it as such, but I can help in making it one. I believe that the foremost factor to be considered in a unified community is genuine acceptance of other people’s flaws. Because once we’ve learned to embrace their imperfections…
-deafening applause and standing ovation-
– my nerves quivering all the more –
– I gestured a hand to stop the commotion-
“…We may now undergo a hand in hand construction of the citadel of unity. Thank you and good afternoon”
-Another standing ovation and a series of more deafening yells. –
I was still gasping for breath even as I had been drowned by the curtains and my knees wanted to give up on me, but the lingering thought that I had given my best shot and the overwhelming cheer of the audience kept me on balance. It’s over, I did it. I had exhibited everything I got, beauty, talent and intellect, as I graced the stage of the FEU auditorium last November 21, 2006. To represent the literature department in the first ever Mr. and Ms. Institute of Arts and Science for the 72nd celebration of the IAS foundation Week. I never thought this day would come, never in my wildest dreams. But I did, and it was something never to be eradicated in my memories. My very first beauty pageant, I ended up victorious. . . .
First category: Projection of Org. Shirts
My jaw fell on the floor as I came into the dressing room jam packed with the candidates and all together with their ever trusty gay beauticians lugging humongous baggage of make up and gleaming tiaras and sparkling accessories. I couldn’t believe my eyes with the scenario. I thought it would just be a simple pageant, fellow classmates acting Fanny Seranos and Rene Saluds but behold! The dressing room was an instant gay salon! Good thing my mom didn’t trust me much with the way I fix myself up and decided to go with me. I felt sorry for myself that nobody would give me space so we ended up in a corner beside the toilet. Boohuhu worse, nobody followed the policy: Org shirt oh alright, but with uber mini skirts all sequined up and absurd looking plus cowboy hat and combat boots? And a trench coat for full effect! Tae, I was the only one in my elephant denims and sketchers and feeling all unglamorous, I sought for rescue from my handy goth vanity kit and thick eyeliner and mascara. If you can’t beat’em, then join ‘em! I pulled up my shirt way up, perhaps an inch below my chest and tied it at the back and pulled my pants down to exhibit my perfect size 24 waistline! Well, I had no other gadgets to put on some drama but at least I hat the guts. In fact, I had a lot of guts that the pageant covers 8 pairs and I was the 9th candidate, the only candidate of our dept ( My man backed out due to unexplainable stage jitters probably so I was left with no other choice but to muster up all my courage and say: “Yes, I’d still do it, with or without him”. Because I thought he was kidding, and nah uh uh…gulp!) So I went off and did my thing, shook my booty for the world to see, under the spotlight, a thousand and 200 people staring at me. At that moment, I’ve only thought of doing something unique to somehow leave a mark, so I did my usual boyish strut, I pulled my sleeves up so that my incredible muscles show and tossing a sharp, serious glances on each judge, I wooned the attention of the audience and they cried “astig!” and “angas!” instead of the preferable “Wow! Ganda! Sexy!” tags.. Well, in fairness I’m Mr. and Ms. IAS in one! Carry mo!
Second category: Sports wear
I felt somewhat hesitant to wear my all white and red tandem for my tennis wear, all good purchase from the Ukay-ukay and a donated red tennis racket from my goody adviser. Thought ‘twas a cool attire, before I saw all my comrades wearing signatured equestrienne/cowgirl-with-real-whip/cheerleader/archer and shooter attires. I felt like a rag doll at the second and all I had was some nerves and prayers . What can I say? They got money to splurge, I got charity funds! Well, there’s nothing more to do about it, I’ve prepared myself for the unconscious utter humiliation of it all! I guess this would be the last straw, showing up my face in public in rag clothing! First two categories busted. I’m a hopless wrench. Audience impact was a horrible 3 or 4 percent out of ten! T_T
Third Category: Evening Gown
After 2 painful categories passed, my third lifted up my down-in the dumps spirit when I slipped my tangerine tube gown with a huge peekaboo on the waist to the back . Thought some were to be mistaken as porn starts in the making: slits as long as a yard, heels as high as 5 inches and plunging necklines down to the navels. I didn’t feel insecure. Because I knew I look good in my gown. Others were trying to seduce the audience, uh I guess, as they exaggeratedly swayed their asses from side to side and showing off their legs from the side slits. My God, boobs and butts everywhere backstage. My package is small alright, but my vital stat is something I’m most proud of. At a height of 5 feet 6 ½ inches, with a figure 32-24-32… the crowd was on my side. And they went more insane as I started off my a-walk-to-remember rampage. Elegant and princessly turn-arounds-ala Miriam Quiambao. Done like a pro! Hah! The cheers and chants sky rocketed my stage presence slash star appeal points that hit a perfect10!.Whoa!! Now it’s a comeback!
Fourth Category: the Question and Answer Portion
Now my moment of truth cam when the just pretty are to be separated from the intellectuals. We were locked inside the dressing room and the first pair was called. Same question for the girls and another question for the guys. I felt the extreme coldness of my sweaty palms, my stomach aint feeling good. I was really nervous. I had to make an impressive notion of the verdict. I can’t fail this portion it’s my forte! I amused myself with the funny antics of my fellow candidates to lessen the pressure in my chest. Some were praying, some farted in fear, some rushed into the toilet and some went wildly crazy yelling “Aaahh! Anong tanong?! Anong isasagot koh!? AAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!” I prayed hard and asked Him to clear up my mind and grant me a well-opinionated perception. Divine intervention spilled from the slightly ajar door as a heavenly beep was heard and ignored but the panic in me was great. I can’t fail this one! Absolutely not this part! I’m a lit major! I’m the most intelligent of them all! Then my name was called and the butterflies in my stomach started fluttering. Oh boy, here it goes. When I went to the stage, incredible increase of my fan base was undeniable!. They loved me na!. The screams even grew louder when the host introduced me.
“And the last but definitely not the least, our one and only candidate for the literature department… Ms. Rose Anne Cruz!”
I was increduluous with the astounding series of chants as they cheered “literature! Literature!” It was like, this is a dream! Oh my God… The host began the question and I could barely hear him amidst the crazy crowd.
(just take a look at the first part of the blog. masakit na ang daliri ng nagtatype)
After the curtains closed, I smiled. Certainly, I gave the answer they were looking for. I made it. I’m sure of it. As I went back to the dressing room, a lot of unfamiliar professors and student officers approached me and even congratulated me. To my wonders, and they all exclaimed…
“You’re the best miss literature!”
“You were excellent!”
“Very very intellectual answer”
“May tama ka!”
“May panalo tong batang to”
“My future ka iha… maganda”
“You have the crowed in your hands Rose Anne”
“Rosy! You’re the Man!”
“TIDIIIIIII!!!!! Ang galing mo!!!!!”
“Ate Rose, ewan ko lang kung di ka pa manalo nyan ha!”
“may Citadel k pang nalalaman ha!?”
“ano ung Citadel?”
And achuhu …..Etc etc. I was in cloud 9. And I never wanna go back to being ignored. Because today, I’m well known….. very well known.
We all lined up and was greeted one by one the Associate Dean (I supposed), when it was my turn, she leaned closer to me and whispered:
“I think you’ve won.”
And she gave her warmest smile. I didn’t really want to expect but how can’t i? almost everyone’s bet was me! I was so certain I had a place but definitely not the Ms. IAS! And my assumptions were confirmed when they announced
“And the second runner up goes to….
(the audience parted bets when they were asked for their respective candidates. coincidentally, it’s another round for LITERATURE versus PSYCHOLOGY!) ahahaha…
they handed over my small trophy and the golden sash, plus another round of applause and photo shoots.
hmm..A little frustrated but it’s okay, I’m still a winner! I knew I garnered a perfect score for the Star mind and stage projections of the evening gown but the Org shirts and sports wear were totally down in the dumps. Well, the hell I care? I may not be as pretty as they are, but the knowledge and abilities I was endowed with made them eat my dust! Crown or no crown, I’m still the triumphant one. From being high school reject to a popular runner up princess of the Arts and Science… My ambiguities faded. I’m worth all the applause I got. Thank You Everyone! This is my dream come true. Thanks!
now for my detractors..i dedicate this song to all of yah! sing it…
“AKO….ANG NAGWAGI!!!!!!” by Dulce….lalalalalalalalalala