what winners are made of
Posted by orange17 at 09:46 AM on January 23, 2004 as a favorite post.
January 22, 2003--the happiest day of my life. and so for other 15 people. we swept the drama festival awards from best in set-up design down to best in presentation. seven major awards, and we got them all. with the stars overhead and the roar of applauds and cheers reverberating at CCA, everything was picture perfect. it was like walking on cloud nine and eating the best adobo ever under a mango tree in a warm and sunny day out in the fields. it was one of those rare moments where you watch your dreams unfold into reality right before your very eyes. it was nirvana .
January 22, 2004--same day, same festival, different feeling. we lost.
we did our best, no doubt about that. we fucking did our best! we went beyond our limitations. but that was all we have. that was all i can give. hanggang don lang ako... when i walked out of the technicals booth, i tried to hold my tears back. but the feeling was just overwhelming. "tapos na erwie... tapos na... nagawa na natin pare... when mark told me that, i hugged him and i cried. everyone else in the tech booth gave me a pat on the back.
two months of agony and hard work, and it boiled down to that thirty minutes of presentation.
when i got out from the CCA, i told the cast i was sorry for the errors in lights. hell, i was sorry. i was blaming myself for everything. everybody tried to comfort me. they said all the things that was politely to be.
i was the director, i was the scriptwriter, i was the leader. and i felt that it was all my fault.
but the cast and crew, including ate sam, said it was not. when my tears dried, i began to realize that they were right. it was not my fault, nor anyone's for that matter. god knows how much the group sacrificed just to have a decent presentation. and how we lived up to the pressure. we showed them we could do it, without anybody's help. and we did it! there was no one to help us, no money to spend. we felt alone. but we survived. and thats what winners are made of .
i am proud of my group. they were great, they were marvelous. way beyond words can describe.
January 22, 2004--this day i will never forget. thank you, TINGGE, for making me believe. thank you for the firendship. and thank you for letting me share a little bit of your lives with me. thank you for the time, it was an honor to have worked with such wonderful people.
as i braved the chilly winds to mc donald's session, the tears dried and a smile carved up my face. losing was not so bad afterall. it is all but a part of life.
yes, it is done.
January 22, 2004--same day, same festival, different feeling. we lost.
we did our best, no doubt about that. we fucking did our best! we went beyond our limitations. but that was all we have. that was all i can give. hanggang don lang ako... when i walked out of the technicals booth, i tried to hold my tears back. but the feeling was just overwhelming. "tapos na erwie... tapos na... nagawa na natin pare... when mark told me that, i hugged him and i cried. everyone else in the tech booth gave me a pat on the back.
two months of agony and hard work, and it boiled down to that thirty minutes of presentation.
when i got out from the CCA, i told the cast i was sorry for the errors in lights. hell, i was sorry. i was blaming myself for everything. everybody tried to comfort me. they said all the things that was politely to be.
i was the director, i was the scriptwriter, i was the leader. and i felt that it was all my fault.
but the cast and crew, including ate sam, said it was not. when my tears dried, i began to realize that they were right. it was not my fault, nor anyone's for that matter. god knows how much the group sacrificed just to have a decent presentation. and how we lived up to the pressure. we showed them we could do it, without anybody's help. and we did it! there was no one to help us, no money to spend. we felt alone. but we survived. and thats what winners are made of .
i am proud of my group. they were great, they were marvelous. way beyond words can describe.
January 22, 2004--this day i will never forget. thank you, TINGGE, for making me believe. thank you for the firendship. and thank you for letting me share a little bit of your lives with me. thank you for the time, it was an honor to have worked with such wonderful people.
as i braved the chilly winds to mc donald's session, the tears dried and a smile carved up my face. losing was not so bad afterall. it is all but a part of life.
yes, it is done.
