just when i thought my life could net get any weirder, a friend approached me and he had this to say:

“we have decided that you will represent our department in the upcoming mr. <name of school, hehe>…and you will be pleased because it will be covered by many sponsors, blah blah, blah”

at first, i was amused — because who would’ve thought that someone would actually consider fielding me in an actual beauty contest <haha, the beauty part sends shivers down my spine, lol>. not because i think less of myself or worse, i think highly of myself, but because contests such as this and myself make up for an odd — no bizarre — pair. haha.

i politely declined, and suggested that perhaps, i would’ve agreed if it were an academic thing, or something that would highlight my other talents — but strutting my stuff in front of an audience which expects you to answer ‘world peace’ consecutively?

hell no. haha.

but, he continued, they have already arrived at a consensus — thereby implying that it not mattered what i thought or what my decision would be — fact for them is, i would agree to be pinned a number and have my share of the limelight.

haha. i couldn’t stop laughing deep inside.

perhaps, it’s just my personal crusade — beauty pageants have always been part of my list of pet peeves. as a self-respecting human being, i have resolved not to take part in activities which try to glamourize the entire concept of inner beauty and strength — because, at the end of each contest, it does not really matter how well-versed you are with the recent kidnapping situation in the philippines, or what the repercussions of a black democratic president are to the US, because what’s taken into account is how aesthetically-pleasing you are <we need to be politically-correct here,lol> and how you conform to the societal consensus of what constitutes acceptable beauty to most people.

or perhaps, your wit may guarantee you the crown, but you need to be at least ‘unoffensive’ to the eyes. haha.

gahd, the ideas that people entertain when they are high or perhaps intoxicated — no offense meant to my friend, but it would do him no good if he decides to push through with his plan — because, just as oil and water do not make for a good mixture, i also intend to stay afloat and keep what little self-respect i have left, than be subdued by this farce concept of individual empowerment.