mixing and mingling with whats real and whats not

this one of the rarerest  occasions where i am
actually going to tell an actual event that happened in the actuality
of my life and actually narrate it on my actual blog, why you ask?
actually, its because I am really raving because i just saw Fall Out
Boy face to face, not blog worthy you say? well screw all haters
reading this! anyways, here’s the 411 on how September 21 2007 ranked
as the second happiest moment of my life

warning:
this is really long, so better fuel your body with caffeine and go for
the sweets to blast your self with a sweet body rush. BE WARNED!

Wednesday, September 19, 2007: i
was early for class today and the section using our room  was still
there, few minutes later they came out when i was suddenly harassed
[he-he] by Camille, i asked her if she was going to watch the NCAA
finals later, and she said shes not, explaining further that she was
actually going to MOA to meet FOB live, in the flesh! to the news of
this, i immediately went ga-ga! so all plans i had that day got thrown
out the window just to make way for this meet-and-greet.
later that
afternoon, we came there, with a sign that says FOB was going to be
there September 19 but the number 19 was covered up by a paper with a
number 21.
no FOB that day, but I was still determined to chase them, if that was what i have to do to see them.

Friday, September 21, 2007: i
came to class really late so the thought of FOB is not yet on my mind.
after our class i didn’t know what to do, it frustrated me that i was
going to see FOB with no armaments of any kind, whatsoever [by armament
I mean a camera] our digicam is still broken, all the camera phones in
our house was being used and the only option i had was to use my
Motorola E398, the only problem is its charger was broken so i had to
scout the entirety of quaipo to look for a cheap but quite functional
charger. i ended up walking from quiapo to isetan just to buy a friggin
charger. tired, i headed back home and immediately charged my phone.
now that the camera issue is solved I’m now trying not to psyche myself
out on the thought of seeing FOB.
I still had a 1:30-3 class but i
decided to cut class just for the boys. i left home and the flow of
traffic is quite heavy due to the demonstrators on Mendiola, this day
they commemorated the anniversary of martial law but i was out to
commemorate some kids from Chicago.
arriving at MOA thats when it
hit me that i am going to see them. the crowd was already thick by then
[2:30] but i still managed to weave through and be quite close to the
stage. waiting for them i was annoyed by (1) this fat kid in front of
me who kept on wiggling and screaming, for the love of pickles your ass
is enough to fit the whole of MOA so stop moving damn it! (2) by these
two freakin konyo girls who are really stupid. talking with their
Californian accent and talking nonsense all the way to the moon and (3)
by the crowd who kept touching me, annoying as hell i tell you! i stood
anonymously in the crowd for a couple of hours and at last they came.
everyone was screaming but i wasn’t. why? i have my genes to blame this
time, WHY DO I HAVE TO BE SO SMALL!! coz of this, i only saw glimpses
of them damn it! heres a part of that glimpse that i saw, look!
                                                      

red dude in the middle PETE WENTZ; guy in a hat and in blue is PATRICK STUMP!

all they did was sign autographs to the lucky
200 who came in really early and could afford the 700 price tag of
their Cd’s. after that they posed in each side of the stage and heres my
best shot of them
                                                   
i
wasn’t satisfied with just being about two meters away from them, i was
willing to stalk them. [i know, my psycho hardcore fan is showing up
again] when they left everyone followed their trail but we [me and
rascal] went the opposite way, and we saw their getaway vehicle, the
two of us were the only ones there and then they popped out in front of
us.
heres the best part:

a meter away: i was calling them "Pete! Pete!" "pat! pat! pat! PATRIIIICK!"
five feet away: PATRICK STUMP LOOKED AT ME AND WAVED AT ME! [he waved at me..gaaaah!!!!]
a foot away: i
was too frozen [yes i actually stood frozen with a silly gaze at
Patrick for i was too mesmerized] to move and to even take a picture of
them when he was right there, face-to-face with the love of my life
PATRICK STUMP, i can actually reach Patrick if it wasn’t for the big
bouncer who whisked me away and made my time move again.
FOB was pass me: i was still screaming "PATRICK!! PATRICK!!" then i started to….
…cry. [I'm such a loser]
FOB now at their get away car: i was still teary eyed and still screaming for Patrick’s name when the crowd came, heres a shot of them leaving MOA

thats their getaway car..

my year has been quite unlucky, i got sick
frequently this year and other misfortunes concerning about love, life,
friendship, and everything in between. but this day proved otherwise.
FALL OUT BOY was my saving grace, that i can definitely declare! I’m so glad i skipped my last period for this…

There
are still more to tell about this once in a lifetime event, but I’m
afraid this entry is getting too long [and too boring] to continue. i
promise for a part 2.

and oh, i also saw the drummer of spongecola and the bassist of mojofly there

editor’s note:
please please please don’t
grab this photos, just find others on the Internet [which are totally
better than this] just not this okay?

credit goes to rascal for paying for my
transportation fees, taking these awesome photos, and for being my
master/guru on stalking [he-he]. this day wont be as great as it is if not
shared with you.

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