Oblation Run 2k8. That was hella FUN.

This is grand. The most-awaited. This is the infamous oblation run of UPD.
In case some of you have queries about what the event is all about. Dig in.

The Oblation Run is an annual tradition of the members of the Alpha Phi Omega, one of the prominent U.P. fraternities. Members of the fraternity run around the campus naked (a concept known as streaking) to protest their sentiments about a current political or economic situation. The run started in 1977 to protest the banning of the movie, “Hubad na Bayani,” which depicted human rights abuses in the martial law era. Since then, the Oblation Run catapults the principle of the Oblation, which is the youth offering itself to the nation running through a gauntlet of humanity with a mask to cover their faces while their private parts are exposed. With only their faces covered, several APO members squeezed through hundreds of screaming heterosexuals and homosexuals to give red roses to chosen lady spectators.

Palma Hall, noontime, UPD (sorry if I'm a crappy killjoy for censoring the fun parts but this is not a pornsite. ha ha) Check other pics at my multiply (no censors).
Last time I remember, my friends and I were joking about going to the grand oblation run and experience the awkward feeling of being given roses by naked men. And the next minute we were there. Literally an inch apart from the nude runners :O

I was filled with mixed emotions when we got there two hours early. I was thinking a lot. I was excited, exuberant, then sad. There was a large room for gloom. People.. a person.. who wasn't running around naked, but probably somewhere else around with clothes on. My inner self kept screaming he's here. I've been embracing his absence for so long. Reality dawns on me but I can't bear to wrap myself around the irony, that he's far away even when I'm a few feet apart from him. This gloomy countenance merely distracted me from joining the stray cheers and boisterous laughter of the crowd. Such a wrong moment to lose myself. We sat and ate, and then the melancholy was gone. A step back to happiness. It happens everytime I go to UP. (Hala, nag-drama)

And then I became excited again, the place was crowding up and I was sandwiched, pushed and pulled around. I'm not a UP student, I'm an archer from Taft who thinks wala nito sa La Salle which makes me more not-proud mostly because of our lack of jest and overly shown discretion. I'm not a pervert or anything. I'm just very fond of the way UP students express themselves. The event was not so radical and not much to pay homage to either. It was very... liberating. I caught it on video. It's so clear (just a little twisty and turny because the media and other spectators pushed me and somehow I felt like a piñata). They gave me a good push though, I slid all the way to the front, the bad part was, I was skin to skin with... naked guys and you-know-what. And then a masked figure gave me a rose. My mystery runner was not caught clear on cam. Out of shock, I lowered my cam taping the floor and various feet while receiving the rose. Ha ha. I admit, I screamed a little because the words just won't come out but anyway my scream meant "Did he just give me a rose?? Does it matter? He's got a big belly (or not, I just guessed, I didn't see him clearly. It happened all too fast). I envy Karla, I read on her blog her mystery runner took his mask off and asked for her name. I was like WHOA. So anyway, I was just taking videos (for proof that I have been there?) ignoring the jocular girls begging for roses from the runners. With that colossal crowd I did not expect myself to be one of those chosen ladies given roses by only around 40 naked guys. So I was a bit startled and surprised. Edited: the video is in my multiply now :)

and of course it was us trios again. + Jules and Ate Hazel and Joy-ann.
And then I was interviewed by I don't know if it's a network or just students or w-ever on video how it feels to be there and be given a rose. But I just said every conventional line they all say as I was being utterly conscious. The odd concoction of body sweat of all the people plus mine. I'm not a very classy person but I hate being sweaty (and then being taken a video while being sweaty).

It was very FUN though. I enjoyed the almost-stampede. Ha ha.


Lastly, Thursday is COURSE CARD DAY. Wish me luck. Scratch that, for lab? Wish me a miracle.

P.S. I don't blog every Tuesday. It's pure coincidence.