Saturday, February 14, 2009
♥ Die, fucking assholes!
We were at the UP fair last night. And it was fucking chaotic, thanks to the fucking fucktards who can't fucking understand that the Sunken Garden can't fucking hold thousands of fucking people! Dammit!
When we were just waiting in line (we waited for three freakin' hours), we had fun. We were fine being cam-whores, critic bitches and gossipers. Though we missed a lot of good bands and consoled ourselves by singing our throats out outside the fair premises, it was fun. What made it more fun was when the drunk granada boys arrived. It was fun listening to Danmel rant about how much of an emo drinker Edson is and watching how he longed to stay beside Maikka, but can't, since Maikka dislikes avid drinkers, like him.
It was when we were near the entrance when the disaster began. The good-for-nothing bastards from hell (we call them JJ, for short) were everywhere. Those disgusting insects infested OUR fair. Imagine the scenario: the whole one side of the sunken garden , where the entrance is, were filled with them. The line was surrounded by JJs. It's as if there was no line. We were not moving. They were trying to squeeze in. There was a stampede on our left side, and on our right side, they were trying to bring down the yero (and yes, I do not know the english term for it so to hell with you). My friends and I were getting squashed up. It was so noisy and chaotic. Patty, Cleo and I were crying while trying to stay together with the group. I was inches from the entrance when suddenly, broken bottles started flying. The assholes were throwing them. And they were headed in our direction! There was nothing to do but duck and cry and pray. and try our hardest not to be swept away. The three of us were separated from the others (from the boys). I was totally crying my eyes out while pleading the guard at the entrance to let us in. We were going to die and the son of a bitch was trying to verify my fucking ticket! Putangina. Ang sarap niyang patayin!
And then, we were finally in. And I ran to Owen and the others who got in first and cried. Patty, Cleo and I cried (Owen was funny, he cried too). And it was with total relief that we crashed to the grassy ground and thanked that none of us got seriously hurt.
And we were ranting kung gaano ka-garapal yung organizers nung event (it didn't help that one of the organizers were our rival org). They mass-produced tickets and sold them all without even thinking of the max capacity of the fair premises. There were people who were not able to come in. The fair was up to 3:00 AM but there was still a mile of a line outside by 2:00 AM. The worst part is, there was no option of refund. Fuck them. What the hell were they even thinking? Or did they even think? Couldn't have one of them predicted this would happen? One man got his skull smashed, for God's sakes! It was obvious they did not arrange Loverage for UP, they arranged it for their profit. They were selfish, self-centered sons of bitches and god, I wished they'd get suspended for the trouble they caused.
P.S. There is a detailed definition of what a JJ is above.
When we were just waiting in line (we waited for three freakin' hours), we had fun. We were fine being cam-whores, critic bitches and gossipers. Though we missed a lot of good bands and consoled ourselves by singing our throats out outside the fair premises, it was fun. What made it more fun was when the drunk granada boys arrived. It was fun listening to Danmel rant about how much of an emo drinker Edson is and watching how he longed to stay beside Maikka, but can't, since Maikka dislikes avid drinkers, like him.
It was when we were near the entrance when the disaster began. The good-for-nothing bastards from hell (we call them JJ, for short) were everywhere. Those disgusting insects infested OUR fair. Imagine the scenario: the whole one side of the sunken garden , where the entrance is, were filled with them. The line was surrounded by JJs. It's as if there was no line. We were not moving. They were trying to squeeze in. There was a stampede on our left side, and on our right side, they were trying to bring down the yero (and yes, I do not know the english term for it so to hell with you). My friends and I were getting squashed up. It was so noisy and chaotic. Patty, Cleo and I were crying while trying to stay together with the group. I was inches from the entrance when suddenly, broken bottles started flying. The assholes were throwing them. And they were headed in our direction! There was nothing to do but duck and cry and pray. and try our hardest not to be swept away. The three of us were separated from the others (from the boys). I was totally crying my eyes out while pleading the guard at the entrance to let us in. We were going to die and the son of a bitch was trying to verify my fucking ticket! Putangina. Ang sarap niyang patayin!
And then, we were finally in. And I ran to Owen and the others who got in first and cried. Patty, Cleo and I cried (Owen was funny, he cried too). And it was with total relief that we crashed to the grassy ground and thanked that none of us got seriously hurt.
And we were ranting kung gaano ka-garapal yung organizers nung event (it didn't help that one of the organizers were our rival org). They mass-produced tickets and sold them all without even thinking of the max capacity of the fair premises. There were people who were not able to come in. The fair was up to 3:00 AM but there was still a mile of a line outside by 2:00 AM. The worst part is, there was no option of refund. Fuck them. What the hell were they even thinking? Or did they even think? Couldn't have one of them predicted this would happen? One man got his skull smashed, for God's sakes! It was obvious they did not arrange Loverage for UP, they arranged it for their profit. They were selfish, self-centered sons of bitches and god, I wished they'd get suspended for the trouble they caused.
P.S. There is a detailed definition of what a JJ is above.
7:16:00 PM
