Friday, September 20

The annoying self-proclaimed cheerleaders are back wit vengeance. This time more annoying than ever... me wit a big yellow banner that reads "Beat La Salle!" ["Go Tigers!" on tha other side], and Ruth who diden let a second pass witout shoutin' "Kup@_!" to every referee, player, and person who had anything to do wit tha Green Archers' increasing score. Wavin' ma big, proud yellow banner seemed to have produced results: It got both Leidy [who sits at ma left] and the person in front of me up from their seats to transfer to a place away from me, and got Ruth [tha person at ma right] shouting,"Ano ba! di ako makakita!" [Quit that! You're blockin' ma vision!]at me, to name just two. After awhile, I quitted tha act. I ensued support on ma seat silently pleadin' tha Archers to stop adding points to our humiliation. We were hungry for every basket, and every point scored would result to an exaggerated yell from all. Every now and then, I would stop ma silent pleas, change ma mind and shout tha last words to a fadin' cheer -surprisin' ma new seatmate at tha left by bein' tha total schizo that i am. I, in turn hafta protect maself from ma own right seatmate [loud ruth] by stayin out of her tramplin' feet's way. Those same dangerous feet crushed Leidy's Loreal lipstick in her bag last UAAP. Last five minutes of tha game had been dark for me -bein' covered in ma big, proud yellow banner I draped at ma'self.
In conclusion, I could say that we paid 50 pesos:
1)for the aircondition.
2)to be part of tha "UE wave".
3)to witness popcorn fly as part of tha UE wave crowd came in collision wit a roving popcorn vendor.
4)to witness two UE wave boys pay for the overturned buckets of overpriced popcorn.
5)to see Leidy cheer for Ateneo's Fonancier.
6)to hear a man from tha back shout at Leidy for cheerin' at tha opposite bleacher's team.
7)to hear Ateneo's Gregorian chant cheer once again.
8)to see how great tha UE cheerin' squad ballroomdanced.

*We can't git enuf of tha UE ballroom-dance-way-of-cheerin' so back to Araneta is where we're at tomorrow.*

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