competition+camaraderie=friendship

Author: zereporthej / Labels:

last week the annual sports festival/intramurals was finally held. and as expected, it had become the most enjoying fragment of the school year to date! what i didn't expect was that i'd be competing in the search for mr. and ms. intrams '08 [which by the way my mother forbade me from joining.LOL]

i. mr. and ms. intrams senior level
it was the first day of classes since the all saints' day and all souls' day vacation when ma'am bobier screamed my name while i dreamily walked across the halls of ziga building. with gusts of the vacation bonanza still traceable in my sleepy eyes. startled with her loud yell, i went right into her office to see what the matter was. i saw four [or wa s it five? i can't even remember!] other teachers and they started to talk all at once.

maam bobier: jeth, sumali ka sa mr intrams. mamayang hapon na. umuwi ka na at kumuha ng sports attire mo. excuse na kita.

maam boncodin: oo sasali na 'yan! wala siyang choice.

maam cargullo: sige na jeth umuwi ka na at mag-prepare. dadagdagan kita ng grades! wala pa tayong representative [seniors].

maam bobier: oo nga may plus points ka rin sakin. sige na. kumuha ka lang ng shorts, puwede na yun!

jeth: ah, ehh, maam? kasi po. . .and i rode the tricycle and headed home.

it took me a while to realize how they ambushed me to join the search just for the seniors to be represented. but i nonetheless obliged. 'the plus grades will be worth it' i thoug ht to myself.

when i returned to TNHS, i proceeded to Bongon Hall and waited for the rehearsals to start. and in just two rounds, the choreographer told us to prepare for the actual search. [talk about instant beauty pageant. LOL] and in just a jiffy, the search proper began. with rose and chai as hosts, i was sure i'd be comfortable during the question and answer portion which is undeniably the most nervce-racking part. what i'd be very uncomfortable with is walking in front of so many people. [i mean, i haven't done this for more than a year!]

and so it began. in uniform first, then, sports attire. i tried to walk as if nobody was there. i guess it worked although it was, for me, a walk in the plank of shame! the most crucial part of a competition like this is the question and answer portion. fortunately, i expressed myself well and said what i wanted to say.

then, the awards were given, minor awards first and major awards second. eduard was called up the st age for best in uniform and shockingly, i was called next for the best in sports attire [which i just randomly pulled out of my closet. LOL]

next; the major awards. 2nd runner up, bob, 1st runner up. . . eduard. who knew? i ended up the senior level title holder? LOL. it wasn't a walk of shame after all.
i was ever more overjoyed to learn that diane was my partner. ms. most beautiful. :)

the top three finalists will represent the seniors in the school level competition. although it made me happy being the winner, the school wide search will require effort and money which was the primary reason why my mother forbade me to engage in contests like this one. but what happened has happened already, i couldn't let down the seniors and my teachers.

~o~

ii. mr. and ms. intrams school level
i was having a big problem during the rehearsals at Lagman Gymnasium especially for the production number because i really didn't know how to dance. alex [the caretaker of Lagman Gym] even told me that i wasn't even moving. LOL. this made me even more worried. i just hoped that i won't make a fool out of myself on th pageant day.

ii.i.pictorial
but before that, we all know that a pageant also has its upturns, one of which is the pictorial. [i'm a photography fanatic!] the candidates posed and smiled for the cameras all day. mamang guard/photographer did his thing and directed how we should move. it felt like aproffesional pictorial session with the electric fans blowing in our faces. LOL. [what's supposed to be the effect of the fan to us boys?LOL]


after the pictorial, the rehearsals continued and i suffered onc3e again everytime mr.riosa[misteryosa] made us dance. but what the heck, i needed to do this if i even want to get in the top five. we went home tired and cramped from all the walking [note:the Lasgman Gym stage is humongous!].


ii.ii. the actual pageant

mr. riosa told us to be in the gym at least 3o minutes ahead of time so, we complied. in my white attire, i waited in the backstage. i almost dozed off because of all the stress caused by this contest. i had to prepare all the attires with minimal help from my mother who was momentarily unsupportive. [momentarily because when the search was looming, it was then that she became mobile in terms of fashioning my attires and all.]

and so minutes passed, nothing happened. i was getting really sleepy when i heard the whine up song playing and saw the Gumamela Girls rolling their hips. [as i type this, i still get nervous.LOL] my nerves started to rack. my knees started to tremble. i was on the verge of quitting. then, the time came, it was our turn to dance. for a moment, i felt immobile but when i went out there, i felt as if i was only playing and hundreds of people were watching. LOL. once the production number ended, everything else ran so smoothly.

next up was the fantasy attire. i was dressed up as the phantom of the opera. my cousin, my mother and i were the ones who made the costume a possibility. haha. good thing the reals of the arts flowed in our veins. i was ready to go out the stage after contestant number 2 [i was number 3] until i saw Dustin coming out too. so there were two people on the stage, me and him. if i continued walking, the drama of the costume that i so exhaustedly choreographed will be disregarded. so i went back the stage. when it was my turn the people screamed: number three, number three! i was ecstatic, it motivated me and so i executed the choreography so well that they screamed my name up until i was already in the backstage.

then, sports attire. cocktail attire and the question and answer.

the question and answer this time was different from the usual. instead of being interviewed one by one, we will be given a common question and a folder onto which we will write our corresponding answers within two minutes. my training as a parliamentarian made the task easy for me so i wrote and wrote and wrote anything that came into my mind. when the magic five candidates started to read their respective answers, everybody expressed themselves well. and so my turn came.

the question was:
how can you prove that sports is discipline?
we know that sports consist of activities that are governed by certain rules and customs which we abide to. to be disciplined, we need to have a basis as standards of how we should behave and these rules serve as those bases. sports and discipline; two things that share many affinities and go hand in hand. so engage in sports, endorse discipline, be disciplined.

as i went back to my seat, still hearing the outrageous claps of the audience, eduard called my name and told me, 'jeth, you'll be mr intrams.' i felt flattered but i didn't expect that i'd win. if that didn't happen, i'd be very frustrated. so its better not to expect fro anything.

as soon as we were all done answering,we were told to go back to the backstage while the committee in computation were done computing. it was like an eternity until we were called back up. tense and stiff, our smiles gradually fading because of the nerves, the 2nd runner up was called, dustin. then, the 1st runner up was called, eduard. when mr. borromeo was announcing who the mr intrams '08 was, i became oblivious of everything else. but the doubt of not being called was still in me.

mr. intrams is. . .candidate number 3! without the event actually sinking in, i took the center stage. the sash was pinned, i recieved the trophy and other prizes. and then, picture taking!



after that the candidates and i kept in touch and formed a bond of friendship that was most unlikely to happen in a competition.

in the end,no one really remembers how good you were in a competition, what matters is what you've gained from it. the greatest prize i received was anewly found friendship with the mot unlikely people in the campus. :)



~o~

  • friendship- you don't choose your friends. friendship chooses you. it can spring from even the least likely of situations.




aria

Author: zereporthej / Labels:

trials are what molds our persona. they shape the heart of a person. but we cannot deny the fact that we're only human and we need help to get through those trials. so when the point where our hearts, minds and bodies will not be able to make it comes, only God will be the one to lend us a helping hand.

It was a loud Monday afternoon when I went outside of the Office of the Students' Affairs [OSA]. i glanced at my watch and realized that it was already 6 o' clock pm. for an unknown reason, i stared at the gloomy, gray and crying skies and i imagined if it was true that when it rains, it was because the angels are shedding tears. it took me quite a while to get to my senses and get back to the pace of reality and started heading home as soon as the rain weakened.

on my way home, i remembered that my nephew had just been born that morning. for many members of my family, he is the much-awaited grandchild and very first son. but for me, he is the little brother that i never had; the one that i wished for every christmas. when i was only a child, seldom would my brothers play with me especially when they both went off to college. since then, i have experienced a black and white childhood and searched for whatever may fill in the gaps of my unlived youth. so now that i have a nephew whom i can treat as a younger sibling, i will never allow him to experience a dull childhood. i will give him everything i never had as a child.

meanwhile, the father of my nephew; my brother hurriedly traveled from Manila to Bicol when he learned the heavenly news. my mother, on the other hand, excitedly took care and shopped for our newly born angel while his father is still not around. she bought clothes, milk bottles, and everything that her grandson who was still in the hospital undergoing the process of incubation, will need.

i arrived at our house, excited to see my nephew who will call me 'kuyatito'. in quite a short while, my mom and other people who looked tired and pale arrived at our house. i disregarded their haggardness and thought that it was natural for them to look that way after taking care of such a fragile being. nevertheless, mom told me that kuya and my nephew is in the second floor. my heart jumped for joy and extreme mirth to learn that he's finally here until mom uttered, "he's gone, he was taken by the Lord at 6:05pm". i took a second to contemplate on things and realized that at this same time, the sky was crying right before my very eyes. i then thought, my beloved nephew did not leave without saying goodbye tpo his kuyatito.

i scurried upstairs and saw my brother cradling his son, my nephew who just seemed to slumber and dream serenely. as i saw this scenario, it was as if a razor sharp knife pierced into my heart. our dreams and potential happiness, disappeared in just a blink of an eye.

although he was carried by his mother for only 6 months, he proved that he possessed unbelievable strength and the will to live that no other baby possesses. no other baby of his age has survived and swam against the flow of destiny in a span of 12 hours. in as short as this time frame, he has beaten every other kid of his age.

within his lifetime i know that we made him feel that in every second of his breathing, there are people who will forever love him unconditionally, people who will risk everything and do everything for his sake.

the 12 hours that he spent on the earthly grounds, battling with the laws of fate and destiny, he showed and proved that his name is truly fit for him; ARIA, a warrior.




~o~

this is a tribute to my nephew,
Aria Kalashnik Perez
born on July 14, 2008

We love You A.K.

~o~

  • warrior - a gladiator who will fight for life as long as God allows him to. a soldier who uses his strength in battle not for the wrong reasons but because of his will to live.