The Search for Mutya ng Tago 2009
The Search for Mutya ng Tago is all about the pursuit of excellence and the celebration of Tago's beauty, elegance and culture. It showcases young aspiring Tagon-on women in a high quality production that is guaranteed to develop their self confidence, talent, leadership, personal and social skills through self discipline, intellect, grace, diligence and style.
The Mutya ng Tago is chosen using the following criteria: Elimination--Poise and Confidence (20%), Beauty of Face (30%), Beauty of Figure (30%) and Intelligence (20%); Final Round---Poise and Confidence (20%), Beauty of Face and Figure (30%) and Intelligence (50%).
TAGO AND ITS CURSE
The common question for the three finalists in last year’s Search for Mutya ng Tago was: How would you describe Tago to a blind person?
As contestants groped for words, an answer formed in my head: Tago is like an orgasm---intense, beautiful, and above all, addictive!
Addiction is the essence of Tago’s curse.
My father once told me what is perhaps an apocryphal story that happened many, many years ago when Tago was still an agricultural horn of plenty; when birds hovered low over streams sparkling and pristine; when winds could be summoned by mere whistles from the unpainted lips of women winnowing rice under fruit-laden trees; when every year, at harvest time, Tago turned into a nerve center of commerce and trade, with people from as far as Luzon peddling their wares to farmers whose kalero dotted the fields like golden hills.
HOW TAGO GOT ITS NAME
"To know the truth of history is to realize its ultimate myth and inevitable ambiguity." -Roy P. Basler- The most popular yarn about how Tago got its name involves three Tagon-on women hiding from unseen enemy soldiers on a cloudy Tuesday, six full moons after the First World War broke out. Just as they were about to enter their hideaway, an American soldier emerged from a bamboo clump, holding a rifle with his right hand and three limp roosters with his left. When he asked them what the name of the place was, the women, who didn’t speak English, thought he was asking them what they were doing. And so they chorused, “Yag Tago (we’re hiding).”
