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nothing else comes close.
In the words of Andrew Ale Fajardo:
I beat Kate to saying some version of "You actually know what euphoria means!!!" but he was right. There is no other word for it.
Sir Martin gave what is really the usual speech, about all of trying our best, and all of us being winners in the end. The real deal came after that.
"Third place: 4-Truth."
Okay, hindi tayo third.
"Second place: 4-Tau."
Audience: "Hindi first yung Tau?!"
Okay, hindi tayo third at hindi tayo second.
"Ang masasbi ko lang sa first place, ay good luck sa pagpresent sa gym. First place: 4-Muon."
-blink blink-
Muon screamed. I mean it.
We get to perform on Friday, on Saturday, and in the Manila Hotel in the not-so-distant future. We have something to salvage the wreckage of our Pinoy grades. Not to mention a shiny trophy and bragging rights for the rest of the year.
But what the heck. Nothing beats the title of first place. It means a whole day spent steaming (like siomai, Koko said) in the heat of the fourth floor. Multiple bruises and stretched muscles from bumping into people in the hurry to get from one formation to another. The craziest code names and abbreviations (Special Effects Extreme). Sleepy fatigue and the practical aspect of the law of diminishing marginal return. King Cruz's yogurt and Sir Vlad's ice cream. Hiding your face so that the audience won't see you smile while Luis and Fajardo swear at each other onstage. Worrying a tad too late about whether or not yor pants are glowing. Cramming an introduction with Emman as an English-Filipino dictionary only to discover Gee-ann had written one beforehand. Screaming and jumping up and down with your classmates like maniacs, all dignity forgotten.
Yes, we crammed our presentation. Yes, we hadn't had a proper run-through till the day itself, an hour before the contest. Yes, we may not have worked as hard as the others did. We had a concept we liked and the best classmates in the world. That was all.
Sometimes, things aren't need-based, or work-based, or even performance-based. Sometimes, all you need is a fantastic adviser, a section spirited to the point of chaos, just the right amount of work, some help from above, and a little bit of luck. I guess we had the right combination of everything.
Posible talaga.
"I can feel the euphoria."
I beat Kate to saying some version of "You actually know what euphoria means!!!" but he was right. There is no other word for it.
Sir Martin gave what is really the usual speech, about all of trying our best, and all of us being winners in the end. The real deal came after that.
"Third place: 4-Truth."
Okay, hindi tayo third.
"Second place: 4-Tau."
Audience: "Hindi first yung Tau?!"
Okay, hindi tayo third at hindi tayo second.
"Ang masasbi ko lang sa first place, ay good luck sa pagpresent sa gym. First place: 4-Muon."
-blink blink-
Muon screamed. I mean it.
We get to perform on Friday, on Saturday, and in the Manila Hotel in the not-so-distant future. We have something to salvage the wreckage of our Pinoy grades. Not to mention a shiny trophy and bragging rights for the rest of the year.
But what the heck. Nothing beats the title of first place. It means a whole day spent steaming (like siomai, Koko said) in the heat of the fourth floor. Multiple bruises and stretched muscles from bumping into people in the hurry to get from one formation to another. The craziest code names and abbreviations (Special Effects Extreme). Sleepy fatigue and the practical aspect of the law of diminishing marginal return. King Cruz's yogurt and Sir Vlad's ice cream. Hiding your face so that the audience won't see you smile while Luis and Fajardo swear at each other onstage. Worrying a tad too late about whether or not yor pants are glowing. Cramming an introduction with Emman as an English-Filipino dictionary only to discover Gee-ann had written one beforehand. Screaming and jumping up and down with your classmates like maniacs, all dignity forgotten.
Yes, we crammed our presentation. Yes, we hadn't had a proper run-through till the day itself, an hour before the contest. Yes, we may not have worked as hard as the others did. We had a concept we liked and the best classmates in the world. That was all.
Sometimes, things aren't need-based, or work-based, or even performance-based. Sometimes, all you need is a fantastic adviser, a section spirited to the point of chaos, just the right amount of work, some help from above, and a little bit of luck. I guess we had the right combination of everything.
Posible talaga.