PICTURE: before anything else, I’m in the state of freakin’ out. Acads are homicidal. Yet I’m gettin’ excited for next sem, but oh, the CRS is working like a turtle!
Seven days ago, I received an SMS from Marian swaying CMC people to form a team of three and successively join the Yellow Cab Pizza Eating Contest on Sept. 28, Friday 12pm. I promised her that I would summon two others and get ourselves listed— I, Simon and Kuya Bikoy got the final slot!
Then came Friday, the ever-noisy CMC crowds gathered around the venue (area under the Skywalk) pulsing with pure excitement. The game was about to start and Kuya Bikoy was still on his way to the scene so Patty became his substitute.
About to start. Everybody brought their camphones/cameras/videocameras/whatevercams out to capture the moment/s coming. The 18-inch ham&cheese pizzas were laid over the dumbfounded faces of us, contestants. Then, we flipped the carton covers: those were really BIG!
(3 minutes of ill feelings, screaming, etcetera)
Of course, we didn’t win. Some Film Majors won the prize leaving the three of us quasi-headaches. I would glance at Patty’s face: she would almost shed a tear. In that effing 3 minutes, we consumed half of that astronomical serving! And that’s a success for us.