| Current mood: | traumatized |
| Current music: | I'm not in the mood for any... |
A night gone horribly wrong...
First off, Tina, if you're reading this, IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT. None of us knew this was going to happen...
Tina, Mikey, Tim, Lauren, Nika and myself went to the closing of the SMC Oktoberfest.
Mikey and Tim left early. And I again, it merits repeating, it's good that you guys left when you did.
At around 10:18pm (I was texting somebody so I knew the time.) People started throwing beer. I figured it was Oktoberfest so things like that were expected. The first signs of trouble which I regret so badly for just brushing aside were the monobloc chairs and folding tables thrown around in the distance.
Roughly ten minutes later, the riot builded up and reached our table. The legs of the folding table collaped and both of my legs were caught. Then before I knew it, I was on the ground, my legs caught in the table with the weight of an angry mob pressing on it... My legs were almost crushed if it weren't for the valiant efforts of my dad whom I thank by the heavens above was with me. He got me out in time...
But I'm currently bleeding internally on both of my legs and... well... I guess I'm stuck here in the house for a couple of days...
Outside, the ad displayes of SM Megamall were trashed. There was shattered glass everywhere and a lot of the scafoldings were destroyed as well. I caught 2-3 players of the San Miguel Beermen leave with very irked faces... What pissed me off even further is that a lot of people still had the tenacity to ask for autographs... How those basketball players managed to keep their temper in check will forever befuddle me...
I was literally trampled on...
I was never that firghtened in my entire life...
I'm thankful for many things though...
I guess in the end, despite his many short-comings, I can depend on my dad when it matters the most... You should have seen him fight through the crowds just to reach my hand that got buried in the riot... And if it weren't for the circumstances tonight... I'd actually raise a cold one for you... But my arms are kinda busted too eh... And my face was stepped on too... Hehehehe I smell like beer and piss... Champion...
Thanks dad.... Thanks...
I'm thankful that Nika, Tina and Lauren were not with me when the damn thing happened. It's good you guys got out. And I'm glad I was able to safeguard your bags. I'm also thankful that you three were not with me at that time... Because you would've seen me at my worst... That was my first time to curse a whole crowd in front of their faces and at the top of my lungs... Oh yeah... they so heard me holler there... Dad stopped me from attacking some dude whom I caught throwing the chairs around... I was just so... angry and scared at the same time... Parang "this is partly your fault you bastard... I'm not letting you get away with a complete set of arms and legs you sick shit-head..." He was partly responsible for a riot that could've hurt people I care for... sino bang hindi magagalit 'dun?
Hehehehe it's funny how I, the person suppposedly the one who can keep his emotions in check was stopped by my dad who's the one who normally loses his temper at the drop of a pin.
But perhaps I'm most thankful that you were not with me and that hindi natuloy yung plano natin for today... I don't know if I could've been able to protect you if you were with me. Putting you in a sceneraio like that is the last thing I want and I'd rather die first that see that happen.
That's not good... That's my third tablet of pain-killers and my legs still hurt like hell...
In fairness though, the night started out great. And I guess I prefer to remember tonight that way. It was great meeting you. Ü The beer was great and the bands were excellent... Damn... to think Sugarfree was already playing at that time and Moonstar 88 was up next...
*sighs*
Wont't this be a tale for the grandchildren... assuming I have any...
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