Tuesday, September 2
Monday, September 1
Eraserheads concert erased half-way
At 6:30 pm, Yaya called me to tell me that yes, he is now at Meeting Point Ayala MRT station, and that he just remembered he forgot tha tickets because he changed bags. Never tha type of person who gits stressd @ being late or tha realization of gettin' late for sumthin', I firmly told yaya that no, I won't go ahead and meet him at tha Fort Open Field [hell knows tha odds of ever finding someone there which I learn'd from a year of experience working for MTV and having concerts held there], and gamely went back wit him to his dorm. As yaya throws tantrums and trashes about in his seat on tha ride goin' farther away from tha concert venue, I sat serenely next to him telling him stories. As he was too irate and had resorted to alternately bowing his head down on his arms in defeat and looking dejectedly at his newly filch'd baby blue San Miguel Oktoberfest watch every 5 minutes, decided to serenely ignore him and resorted to texting people at my Unlimited Sun Phone, telling everyone on tha network how amusing yaya was acting right @ tha moment.
Being a life form that experiences tha need to eat every two hours, I thought to ask to be drop'd off by tha cab at a Jollibee we pass'd while they go on and git tha damn'd tickets, and then pick me up again as they go back. But tha cab pass'd on quickly so I just told yaya we should go thru a drive-thru after he gets tha tickets. Which he opposed, proposing we quench our hunger after tha concert. Becoz of tis, I sulk'd immensely @him and open'd a bag of crackers I had @ my bag, pointedly refusing to share some wit him while he obsesses about time. At tis point, I was still cool as a cucumber albeit hungry for real food.
At tha Open Field, we arrived in time to hear tha opening to tha first song being perform'd. We dash'd to tha gate but -joy of all joys- tha guard inform'd us that bags such as tha one yaya was carrying was not allowd inside. So we had to walk to tha ticket booth to ask em if they can guard tha damnd bag as we listen'd to tha ending lines of tha first song. Tha people at tha booth refused to guard tha bag and we had to walk a few more miles to tha guards' station to try to convince 'em of tha same thang which yielded tha Same answer. Then yaya did tha best thing he had done all night: he told me he was gonna refund his ticket, and without giving it a second thought, I gave him mine to refund too, and shoved him to tha front of tha line for good measure so he wuden hafta change minds. But he doesn't seem too convinc'd of his decision and was looking at people coming in when out of tha blue, he sprang out of tha line and towards tha direction of tha guards, tellin me he juz saw a guy wit a big bag being allow'd in. As we approach tha guards, one of em ask'd us if we have brought perfumes or pens as this was prohibited inside. When yaya said "Ah. Meron!" then proceed to dig in all pockets of his messy bag to fish out each & every pen he own’d plus to find more bottles for tha guard to confiscate, that's when I lost it. "You don't hafta be so damn honest!" I yell'd at him over and over which prompted tha guard within hearing range to suspect me as a Carrier of Pens and Perfumes, especially when he saw in my bag that I was carrying a notebook.
Guard: "Ma'am, may bolpen kayo?"
Irate Me [shooting i-haven’t-eaten dagger looks at him and refusing to zip my bag open all tha way]: "Wala!"
Guard: "Sigurado kayo? Kase mahihirapan lang kayo lalo, i-che-check rin naman nila yan so malalaman ren kung meron talaga o wala."
Irate Me [shooting even deadlier wither-and-die looks]: "Wala nga eh!" [Rarrr, don't mess wit me when I'm hungry!]
Like tha red river being parted, guards let me pass without confiscating my pens and contents of tha all-important personal effects bag. At tha concert, I led yaya to tha nearest spot to tha stage or @least TV screen I can squeeze us into. During Kaliwete, I broke out into a dance which consisted of holding up my right hand and rotating it back and forth in manner of unscrewing a light bulb during tha first lines "Noong nagsama tayo ay kanan ang ginamit mo. Ngunit biglang natorete…",then switching to my left hand at, "Ikaw pala ay kaliwete". After a while, I feel two people imitating me. I turn’d to look and sure enough, two girls are imitating my Unscrew the Light Bulb dance steps, and embarrassed at being seen caught, told me "Ate, pagaya ng dance step ha!" "Sure!", I told em graciously. Later on, they were dependent on me for steps to every song, asking me "Ate, pano naman ang dance step dito?" each time a new song comes on. And then in mock imitation of Ely Buendia, who seem not to be moving too much but still singing, I suddenly stood rigid and unmoving. "Ganito si Ely.", I told em. "Uy, ganun naman daw!" said Girl 1 to Girl 2 wit a straight face, immediately shaping her body in tha exact rigid form I have taken. "Noo, ginagaya co lan siya!" I told em, waving my hands at em to stop and embarrassed the fanatic kolehiyalas seem to have made me their new idol.
Then it was announced that tha concert was over. That Ely was rush'd to tha hospital and everyone was ask'd to join in prayers for him and his family. After tha prayers, everyone still cheered and gamely went home. I did not. I dunno why they cheered at all. Pride at admitting they've been duped so they act like it's really okay when it's not deep inside? I was not pleased nor was I feeling cheery at having to pay for something and not gettin its full worth. I would have been appeased if Sandwich took over. Would have been appeased if one of tha many bands milling around tha VIP section volunteered to perform instead. Would have been appeased if they refunded half of my money. As it is, I felt cheated and vow NEVER TO GO TO ANY EVENT THA ORGANIZER OF THA CONCERT WILL EVER HAVE IN THA FUTURE. In my disappointment, I entertain'd all evil thoughts. I thought of how tha screen in front of us went off even songs before tha band went offstage for their "break", and I thought "Planned". I thought of how they won't allow perfumes and pens inside and thought "Planned". I thought of how, during tha break, they were playing Relaxing, Sleep-Inducing Spa music to quell any rebellious warfreak moods that are about to slip out, and I thought "Planned". I remember Raimund's sordid, morbid face during tha performance and I thought "Planned". I might be feeling like a child who is prone to shout "No, I want my toy!" But children never lie and I won't lie that I'm disappointed. I feel compassion for tha pale Ely alright but I wanna bop tha heads of tha organizers for not feelin enuf compassion to cancel tha concert and save us tha heartache as early as when they felt things aren't right.
At 6:30 pm, Yaya called me to tell me that yes, he is now at Meeting Point Ayala MRT station, and that he just remembered he forgot tha tickets because he changed bags. Never tha type of person who gits stressd @ being late or tha realization of gettin' late for sumthin', I firmly told yaya that no, I won't go ahead and meet him at tha Fort Open Field [hell knows tha odds of ever finding someone there which I learn'd from a year of experience working for MTV and having concerts held there], and gamely went back wit him to his dorm. As yaya throws tantrums and trashes about in his seat on tha ride goin' farther away from tha concert venue, I sat serenely next to him telling him stories. As he was too irate and had resorted to alternately bowing his head down on his arms in defeat and looking dejectedly at his newly filch'd baby blue San Miguel Oktoberfest watch every 5 minutes, decided to serenely ignore him and resorted to texting people at my Unlimited Sun Phone, telling everyone on tha network how amusing yaya was acting right @ tha moment.
Being a life form that experiences tha need to eat every two hours, I thought to ask to be drop'd off by tha cab at a Jollibee we pass'd while they go on and git tha damn'd tickets, and then pick me up again as they go back. But tha cab pass'd on quickly so I just told yaya we should go thru a drive-thru after he gets tha tickets. Which he opposed, proposing we quench our hunger after tha concert. Becoz of tis, I sulk'd immensely @him and open'd a bag of crackers I had @ my bag, pointedly refusing to share some wit him while he obsesses about time. At tis point, I was still cool as a cucumber albeit hungry for real food.
At tha Open Field, we arrived in time to hear tha opening to tha first song being perform'd. We dash'd to tha gate but -joy of all joys- tha guard inform'd us that bags such as tha one yaya was carrying was not allowd inside. So we had to walk to tha ticket booth to ask em if they can guard tha damnd bag as we listen'd to tha ending lines of tha first song. Tha people at tha booth refused to guard tha bag and we had to walk a few more miles to tha guards' station to try to convince 'em of tha same thang which yielded tha Same answer. Then yaya did tha best thing he had done all night: he told me he was gonna refund his ticket, and without giving it a second thought, I gave him mine to refund too, and shoved him to tha front of tha line for good measure so he wuden hafta change minds. But he doesn't seem too convinc'd of his decision and was looking at people coming in when out of tha blue, he sprang out of tha line and towards tha direction of tha guards, tellin me he juz saw a guy wit a big bag being allow'd in. As we approach tha guards, one of em ask'd us if we have brought perfumes or pens as this was prohibited inside. When yaya said "Ah. Meron!" then proceed to dig in all pockets of his messy bag to fish out each & every pen he own’d plus to find more bottles for tha guard to confiscate, that's when I lost it. "You don't hafta be so damn honest!" I yell'd at him over and over which prompted tha guard within hearing range to suspect me as a Carrier of Pens and Perfumes, especially when he saw in my bag that I was carrying a notebook.
Guard: "Ma'am, may bolpen kayo?"
Irate Me [shooting i-haven’t-eaten dagger looks at him and refusing to zip my bag open all tha way]: "Wala!"
Guard: "Sigurado kayo? Kase mahihirapan lang kayo lalo, i-che-check rin naman nila yan so malalaman ren kung meron talaga o wala."
Irate Me [shooting even deadlier wither-and-die looks]: "Wala nga eh!" [Rarrr, don't mess wit me when I'm hungry!]
Like tha red river being parted, guards let me pass without confiscating my pens and contents of tha all-important personal effects bag. At tha concert, I led yaya to tha nearest spot to tha stage or @least TV screen I can squeeze us into. During Kaliwete, I broke out into a dance which consisted of holding up my right hand and rotating it back and forth in manner of unscrewing a light bulb during tha first lines "Noong nagsama tayo ay kanan ang ginamit mo. Ngunit biglang natorete…",then switching to my left hand at, "Ikaw pala ay kaliwete". After a while, I feel two people imitating me. I turn’d to look and sure enough, two girls are imitating my Unscrew the Light Bulb dance steps, and embarrassed at being seen caught, told me "Ate, pagaya ng dance step ha!" "Sure!", I told em graciously. Later on, they were dependent on me for steps to every song, asking me "Ate, pano naman ang dance step dito?" each time a new song comes on. And then in mock imitation of Ely Buendia, who seem not to be moving too much but still singing, I suddenly stood rigid and unmoving. "Ganito si Ely.", I told em. "Uy, ganun naman daw!" said Girl 1 to Girl 2 wit a straight face, immediately shaping her body in tha exact rigid form I have taken. "Noo, ginagaya co lan siya!" I told em, waving my hands at em to stop and embarrassed the fanatic kolehiyalas seem to have made me their new idol.
Then it was announced that tha concert was over. That Ely was rush'd to tha hospital and everyone was ask'd to join in prayers for him and his family. After tha prayers, everyone still cheered and gamely went home. I did not. I dunno why they cheered at all. Pride at admitting they've been duped so they act like it's really okay when it's not deep inside? I was not pleased nor was I feeling cheery at having to pay for something and not gettin its full worth. I would have been appeased if Sandwich took over. Would have been appeased if one of tha many bands milling around tha VIP section volunteered to perform instead. Would have been appeased if they refunded half of my money. As it is, I felt cheated and vow NEVER TO GO TO ANY EVENT THA ORGANIZER OF THA CONCERT WILL EVER HAVE IN THA FUTURE. In my disappointment, I entertain'd all evil thoughts. I thought of how tha screen in front of us went off even songs before tha band went offstage for their "break", and I thought "Planned". I thought of how they won't allow perfumes and pens inside and thought "Planned". I thought of how, during tha break, they were playing Relaxing, Sleep-Inducing Spa music to quell any rebellious warfreak moods that are about to slip out, and I thought "Planned". I remember Raimund's sordid, morbid face during tha performance and I thought "Planned". I might be feeling like a child who is prone to shout "No, I want my toy!" But children never lie and I won't lie that I'm disappointed. I feel compassion for tha pale Ely alright but I wanna bop tha heads of tha organizers for not feelin enuf compassion to cancel tha concert and save us tha heartache as early as when they felt things aren't right.
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