14/12/2024
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๐๐๐๐๐๐ | ๐๐ก๐ฎ๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ, ๐๐๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ข๐๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ
๐พ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ง๐ค๐ฃ๐,
๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ค๐ช๐๐ ๐ง๐๐ซ๐๐ก๐จ, ๐ฌ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐๐ก๐ค๐ฃ๐.
๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ฅ๐ค๐ฌ๐๐ง ๐ช๐ฃ๐ข๐๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐๐ง๐ฉ๐จ ๐ช๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐๐,
๐๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ช๐๐ง๐๐ ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ค๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐จ, ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ง ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐๐ข๐๐.
๐๐ง๐ค๐ซ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค ๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐จ๐ฅ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐๐ข๐๐.
Their symbol, a sleek, powerful black stallion, was not merely a logoโit was a living, breathing entity embodying their strength.
Every match played was a testament to the unbounded force of nature they represented. An unstoppable, fearless creature galloping towards greatness, leaving the competition in dust.
Basketball, the arena where the Stallions' power truly came to life, felt like an open plain, and the team was a herd of wild stallions racing across it. The squad of basketball girls, led by Hannah Jeremy Reofrir, an absolute unit in the court. Destroying enemies, bashing them with strength and gliding through the court with accuracy aimed for victory. Shooting points like nothing can be compared with. Each dribble was a hoof striking the earth, each pass a swift mane cutting through the wind. In moments of tension, when victory seemed distant, the Stallions never hesitated. Like a stallion faced with a storm, they stood their ground, pushing forward, their eyes locked on the prize. Their movements in court were like poetry in motion: fluid, deliberate, yet explosive.
it was not only their athleticism that made them champions, it was their unity and the coaches leading them, the bond that tethered them together like a herd of stallions racing in unison that is weaved, sculpted, and shaped by two lovely, motherly musesโ Maโam Rosan Sabareza and Maโam Anika Abing. They served as the guide, forging trails, making path for the horses to pass through. The trail makers, the true mother of stallions, the stars that guides the wanderers in the plains of uncertainty. Just as a lone stallion might falter against the wind, so too would they if they did not stand together. Communicating seamless like a blend of instinct and trust that bound them into an unstoppable force.
Sports is not only the way the Black stallions emerged as victors, they competed against the unimaginative opponents, often birds of preys, yet still broke free with resolve, remaining untamed. The representation of a maned mare. The two โleadโ mares of the herd of stallions, Jamilla Taรฑola and John Mandy Astor who driven and choreographed the cheer dancers into creating an extravagant performance that brought the team into a flawless victory. Jamilla Taรฑola, the exquisite, the epitome of gracefulness, the โmiss presidentโ of the Black stallion marching in front waving, leaping, dancing, lifting, cheering, and doing stunts with precision. With the help of her endearing and passionate voice that calms and assure their teammates towards triumph. John Mandy Astor, the lead mare, the โFemininomenonโ, serving as the beaconโrayed with hues, waving the flag of LGBTQIA+ with eleganceโdignifying, solidifying, and proving inclusivity is present in our dear campus. A combo of queens that symbolizes strength comes with class, and they are full of it. Serving, stomping, devouring every challenges and opponents they face.
The dark-hued horses stands tall in the face of adversity, they embodied resilience. When challenges appeared, the Stallions do not flinch; instead, they faced them head-on, hooves pounding the ground, eyes burning with the fire of determination. They are not intimidated by the storms of competition. With every setback, they only grew more resolute, their strength becoming more apparent, like a stallion weathering the fiercest winds, yet still galloping with unmatched courage. They didnโt just win; they CONQUERED, charging through each sport with the unyielding power of a stallion running free, refusing to be caught or tamed. In their triumph, they proved that greatness isnโt givenโit is earned, through grit, unity, and the fierce will to push forward no matter the odds. The Black Stallions had galloped to glory, and in doing so, they left a legacy as untouchable and awe-inspiring as the stallion itself.
The black stallions are not armed with wings, claws, not a towering beast, not a mythical creature, yet it ascended above the rest, armed with agility to outrun the rest, and unbreakable determination to achieve the highest.
โ๏ธ: ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐
๐จ: ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐๐ซ
