picture this: cool giant TV screens, lots of beer being sold by ajushees (old manongs), fireworks, couples in identical red outfits, girls wearing devil-horn headbands (di nila kayang dalhin i'm sorry), the savory smell of stewed silkworm pupaes wafting through the night air (made me vomit into my mouth every so often). parang edsa 2 but waaaaaay dorkier. all these silly dances and baduy songs/cheers that kinda underscore what looks like an inferiority complex they're trying very hard to hide.
yes, i'm still wearing my devil-horn headband, a gift from siege's doowomi (korean buddy-helper-tutor dude), min. mwahaha. ho ho ho. anyway...we really wanted to get hammered while watching but walking to & from the toilet through a snarling mob of koreans didn't quite appeal to us.
the game sucked big time. bano yung parehong team eh. nothing happened for like 40 minutes, just some desultory kicking of a ball around some big green field, accompanied by lots of racist hissing and sneering laughter from the xenophobes all around us whenever an african (athlete or audience, didn't really matter) appeared on the giant TV screens. togo scored the first goal. after the break and more pointless kicking, some hottie from the togo team got a red card, and korea managed a goal.
the crowd went into paroxysms of multifarious insanities too underwhelming to describe here. but i had to stand up just like everyone else or risk getting trampled by crazy kids finding validation and profound meaning in the scoring of a goal. yes, horns still on. but be patient, dear reader. there's a reason for my being snappish tonight.
to be brief about the nadir of this night: I BROKE MY CAMERA. it slipped from my wrist 30 mins before the game started, and it hit the pavement smack on the corner of the retractable lens. AAUUUGH. gusto ko umiyak but i'm still in a state of shock about it. hope to get it fixed as soon as we get back from the east coast beaches. must cut this short; gotta pack now. we leave at dawn.
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