In college you can get away with a lot of things. Regardless of school year, students are the “I’m old enough to know, too young to care” demographic. That’s why college bucket lists are made, to make senselessness a rite of passage. At first streaking may seem foolish, but since 1977 the brothers of the Alpha Phi Omega (APO) fraternity have had the balls to run naked every December. Originally a protest for the movie Hubad na Bayani, this year the Oblation Run was for the support of Sagip Ilog Pilipinas Movement, which protects the Philippine rivers. But really, we know they run partly for tradition (no pun intended), while we, the spectators, want to take part, albeit from a distance.
Keena and I woke up early to take a jeep to the University of the Philippines (U.P.) where the Oblation run is held. In a way that Friday was no different from our usual conversations about boys, like how stupid boys can make smart girls (like us) act stupid, but today had one emasculating exception. Such a fun way to bond with your girl friends.
Since it was our first time to attend, we wanted to get good seats for the “show.” Apparently, everyone else had the same idea. The idea of naked men is enticing for many people.
Especially for this guy! Birds eye view, eh?
It’s enough to make people feel feisty. Hence, crowd control.
The crowd lifted their arms to the music of Noel Cabangon who was on the stage rockin’ on his electric violin. I didn’t know many of his songs, but being around these people makes it feel like i did. This energy, the kind you feel in basketball games or in rallies, they make you feel like you belong somewhere, anywhere.
Even in a see of naked men.
When I told my mother that I was going to watch the Oblation run that day, she said to close my eyes, but I didn’t. I also did the next best thing. Take pictures!
Keena asked me whether I would ever join a sorority, at least the non-ditzy kind portrayed in movies and TV shows. A part of me isn’t keen on pack mentality, while the other knows the value of being part of a community. Honestly, I don’t know. But the question of whether or not I would ever streak, as a woman or even if I was a man, then maybe, just maybe I’m still senseless enough to. ;-)