Tut-tut! It’s another one of This Ghost’s Day Challenges, where I randomly choose one interesting topic from 4 different Tumblr challenges.
This is beauty pageant season and if you don’t already know it, Ma. Venus Raj— our own Ms. Philippines— came 4th-runner up at the Miss Universe 2010. Don’t fret, guys, THAT’S still one helluva honor to get. I don’t even mind all the, “Major, Major” stuff flying all over the place. Actually, that trend’s pretty catchy. :D
Anyways, since we’re all about the beautiful girls strutting their stuff onstage, with today’s post, I’m gonna show you not-so-beautiful guys making fools of themselves in front of a big-ass crowd.
Unfortunately, I was one of those fools. Freak. XD
Here goes.
#2. Photo/s That Make/s You Laugh
This photo makes me laugh alright; coupled with embarrassment.
This was taken last February during the 3-day CAL Congress 2010 back in my college senior year. My friends and I were invited to join in on what seemed like a fun way to spend our few remaining weeks as collegians. So we were like, “What the heck; let’s sign up”.
And then THIS happened.
The horror that was Ms. Earthquake.
Okaay, so Kuya Nap, one of the organizers already told us about this particular event in the Congress but I never really took it seriously. I mean, what are the chances of me being one of those guys pushed into wearing a dress?
That only happens to poor suckers.
Seriously.
So we were like in the activity hall, already placed into groups. When they announced about the pageant, where each group had to have a guy to represent them, all my groupmates turned to look at me.
I stared back at them, feeling a bit of a dread. “What?”
“Ikaw na lang, kuya,” one girl said. And the others nodded in agreement.
I tried to get out of it by flirtatiously tucking my longish hair under my ear. Gays weren’t allowed to enter the competition.
“I don’t think so,” another girl told me. And that was it.
What happened after was, “What the fuck?!”
They slapped some make-up on me, made me wear couture out of red curtains, held it in place with a belt and with a finishing touch, balled some socks and stuffed it on my chest for some very firm fake tits.
I was relieved there was no swimsuit competition. I draw the line on tucking my jewels with masking tape.
That’s me with the other candidates. I was already nicknamed, “Rubi” then.
The next week, a Monday morning (the Congress happened on a weekend), I was walking around Bicol University with my usual backpack slung over my shoulder, on my way to my boarding haouse. I live in Sorsogon but I board a room in a house inside the university. I go home for the weekend and then I stay in the boarding house on school days.
Okay, so I was walking around, thinking the guys from school who’d watched the event probably got over it.
I figured it was back to normal for me.
And then…
Seven feet from my lodgings, a group of girls wearing our college uniform got out of Delgado’s— this canteen my landlord owns—and glanced at me briefly.
Did a double-take. Stared at me again, their eyes widening.
“Si Rubi!” they cried, and then they burst into laughter.
Enough said.
After the event. :D
What I Learned from the Ms. Earthquake pageant:
1. They said I look good in a gown with fake tits. (I don’t know what to make of that. Thanks, I guess. :D)
2. It was hard acting like a girl and wearing all the girly stuff. I’m never gonna stare at a skirt the same way again.
3. I suck at question and answer.
4. I’m not gonna do it again but the pageant was actually a very different but fun experience.
5. I’m glad I was born a guy. :D
‘Til next time!
— This Ghost
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