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finluithiel) wrote2007-09-22 08:23 am
finluithiel) wrote2007-09-22 08:23 am
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i need a fall out boy icon for this
I didn't post this last night on account of the stupid virus (which, by the way, is GONE NOW. I love AVG. xD) but since the PC is already okay...
F.O.B. SQUEEAGE TIME!!!
Chicosci opened the show. I've never heard their screamo-ness live, so the experience was novel for me. xD
After Chicosci, we were made to wait -- what, 15 minutes? -- before the MTV VJs showed up and psyched us all up before disappearing and making us wait another ten minutes. It almost killed my mood. It certainly didn't help that they started to play gangsta rap to fill in the gap. Blegh. I HATE GANGSTA RAP. Or any kind of rap, period.
Anyway, FOB FINALLY CAME OUT AND OMG OMG PATRICK. You could never count how many times I screamed at him to LOOK AT ME, never mind that I was in Upper B. The guy next to me was totally weirded out at my antics. xD
Around two or three songs in, Pete was doing one of his stunts when he fell down. Then he blamed his choreographer for not teaching the move to him more thoroughly. xD Anyway, them girls at the Not-Pit* loved it, because they love a dizzily-getting-up-from-the-floor!Pete ahaha.
Most of the songs they played were from Infinity on High so most of them were unfamiliar to me, having not bought that album (or downloaded it from the internet). But that didn't stop me from jumping and screaming and whatnot because hey, music is music, and I liked the songs anyway. xD
There was only one moment of stagegay! D: But then again, the stagegayery involved kissing, so the fangirls swooned. xD (I didn't. I was just amused. The seemingly homophobic guy next to me looked nauseated ahaha.xD)
I was amused when Pete made all the twelve-year-old girls** scream GODDAMN since he said that their parents weren't with them anyway. Little does he know about Filipino middle-class culture, where girls aren't allowed to go out -- especially to CUBAO! AT NIGHT!*** -- without a yaya or a parent until they're MARRIED!**** Anyway, there were parents were there, alright. And they were Not Amused, though that didn't stop the twelve-year-old girls from screaming obscenities on the top of their lungs, because when PETE WENTZ tells them to shout whatever the fuck he wants them to shout, THEY WILL FUCKING SHOUT IT GODDAMN IT.
The downer to the whole thing is that they finished at 10.20pm. TEN TWENTY PM. IT WASN'T EVEN ELEVEN O'CLOCK YET WHUT. So we just hanged around on our seats to rest for a bit since the human traffic outside would be horrible, never mind the vehicular traffic.
I'd have posted pictures, but my phone's camera's resolution sucks and we were too nice to sneak in a camera. (Of course, every one whipped out their cameras which were secreted away in some hidden pocket or another the moment the show started. Darn.)
*I say Not-Pit because the Araneta Center doesn't allow Pits. But that doesn't stop the audiences from just pushing away the folding chairs anyway.
**most of the audience in the lower boxes were twelve-year-old girls spoiled senseless by their parents and TELL ME THAT ISN'T RIGHT
***That place gives me the heebie-jeebies at night. Hookers and druggies and homeless people at every turn OMG.
****Pure hyperbole, but it might as well be true. I know people older than me who still have a yaya.
F.O.B. SQUEEAGE TIME!!!
Chicosci opened the show. I've never heard their screamo-ness live, so the experience was novel for me. xD
After Chicosci, we were made to wait -- what, 15 minutes? -- before the MTV VJs showed up and psyched us all up before disappearing and making us wait another ten minutes. It almost killed my mood. It certainly didn't help that they started to play gangsta rap to fill in the gap. Blegh. I HATE GANGSTA RAP. Or any kind of rap, period.
Anyway, FOB FINALLY CAME OUT AND OMG OMG PATRICK. You could never count how many times I screamed at him to LOOK AT ME, never mind that I was in Upper B. The guy next to me was totally weirded out at my antics. xD
Around two or three songs in, Pete was doing one of his stunts when he fell down. Then he blamed his choreographer for not teaching the move to him more thoroughly. xD Anyway, them girls at the Not-Pit* loved it, because they love a dizzily-getting-up-from-the-floor!Pete ahaha.
Most of the songs they played were from Infinity on High so most of them were unfamiliar to me, having not bought that album (or downloaded it from the internet). But that didn't stop me from jumping and screaming and whatnot because hey, music is music, and I liked the songs anyway. xD
There was only one moment of stagegay! D: But then again, the stagegayery involved kissing, so the fangirls swooned. xD (I didn't. I was just amused. The seemingly homophobic guy next to me looked nauseated ahaha.xD)
I was amused when Pete made all the twelve-year-old girls** scream GODDAMN since he said that their parents weren't with them anyway. Little does he know about Filipino middle-class culture, where girls aren't allowed to go out -- especially to CUBAO! AT NIGHT!*** -- without a yaya or a parent until they're MARRIED!**** Anyway, there were parents were there, alright. And they were Not Amused, though that didn't stop the twelve-year-old girls from screaming obscenities on the top of their lungs, because when PETE WENTZ tells them to shout whatever the fuck he wants them to shout, THEY WILL FUCKING SHOUT IT GODDAMN IT.
The downer to the whole thing is that they finished at 10.20pm. TEN TWENTY PM. IT WASN'T EVEN ELEVEN O'CLOCK YET WHUT. So we just hanged around on our seats to rest for a bit since the human traffic outside would be horrible, never mind the vehicular traffic.
I'd have posted pictures, but my phone's camera's resolution sucks and we were too nice to sneak in a camera. (Of course, every one whipped out their cameras which were secreted away in some hidden pocket or another the moment the show started. Darn.)
*I say Not-Pit because the Araneta Center doesn't allow Pits. But that doesn't stop the audiences from just pushing away the folding chairs anyway.
**most of the audience in the lower boxes were twelve-year-old girls spoiled senseless by their parents and TELL ME THAT ISN'T RIGHT
***That place gives me the heebie-jeebies at night. Hookers and druggies and homeless people at every turn OMG.
****Pure hyperbole, but it might as well be true. I know people older than me who still have a yaya.
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Whoops, sorry. XD
No cameras:( Pffft. They just wanted to hog all the stagegay to themselves. And yes! Infinity on High♥.