Together we can break any wall that divides us
I purposefully didn't wear black for fear of being mistaken for a Jumping Jologs—a term to denote teenage, Gothic-looking kids who throw mineral water bottles in mid-air during concerts. (Are they aware of this label?)
Last night was to be the second time I was going to the UP Fair, a week-long event in the University featuring local bands and food booths. A glorified peria with a twang of UP-ness.
My intention was not to stay long, of course. My friends know it's not my thing. Rock music disorients me, and I find huge crowds overwhelming.
But, this was to be my last year in UP Diliman, and I didn't want to miss out on the experience.
While we were busy roaming around, suddenly there was a problem with crowd control. Those who weren't allowed entry, at one time, began throwing rocks, rocking the make-shift fence, and ended up destroying a portion of it. This caused quite a commotion that GMA News did a live reporting on the scene.
But the tension died down, I had the first-hand experience I was after, and I longed for my room.