failboat

i was being masochistic all right for wanting to watch rec yesterday evening. i had to endure 2 hours of standing in line. the best part was... i was almost near the ticket booth when the tickets ran out. MASOCHISTIC! the same thing happened to me the other night, but i just waited for 30 minutes. and i thought it was a bit my fault as well because i didn't go straight ahead to the cineplex and get a ticket before eating dinner. lining up yesterday was quite an experience, to put it mildly. of course, there's the usual sight of people with their fast food takeouts and popcorn. and them getting bored so they talked the living daylights out of each other to pass time. the girl beside me was the typical "oh my individuality is important, let me brood and read a book while i stand in line, my bohemian skirt ever flowing". (sorry can't resist, had a classmate like that. pretty anti-social at ~inappropriate times. me not likey) she couldn't even utter the word "yes" to save her life. frigid bitch.

i really tried my hardest to be patient. i used to think i am patient but the more i grow old, the more high strung i get in situations like this, i think. at 7 o'clock, the booth attendants were giving out the tickets and the first line was moving, but the second one wasn't? what? that's when i grew anxious and tension was building up in my chest, i swear i could feel it. then i remember i have my phone and i could just listen to slow music to distract me. that's when i recalled that scene from the titanic, that group of musician with their string instruments, playing soothing music to calm passengers amidst the chaos. imagine all those people panicking, trying to run towards the exit altogether... inside my chest. that's how i felt. i wanted to start a war right there, and imagined kicking everyone in the face for not budging. i was like, what the fuck, it just didn't compute. then i was like, shit, of course. lines in the philippines get thick like blood clot. when the tickets became available, those people who had the pleasure of dining out came back to their companions who stood for them in the queue, so it turns out there are more people in front of you than you expected. all along you were misled to think you could get in, but nope, you get complacent = your loss. a war of nerves, they say. a part of me wanted to be hopeful, because positivity could make things come true, and damn straight, i needed all the help i could get. i was coming up with reasons the cinema people could take into consideration to let us losers in. one, it was the last day of the film festival, people really don't want to miss it. two, they misled us into thinking we "made" the cut because they already made a cut earlier and some of us hopefuls near the end were relieved. and three, it wasn't really crowded inside. we could still stand at the aisles. then the other part of me was cynical and it's overbearing. one, it's the twelfth time this festival has happened. these cinema attendants have been there, done that. they know their shit and they're firm about it. why in the world would they bend their ways for a few nobodies like us? two, safety hazard. as much as they want to accomodate everyone, they'll get fucked when something happens inside the theatre and ozone disco happens all over again. three, the movie screening was for free. they have no obligation to let us in because we didn't even pay. so fuck, that was it. i was convinced that i just had to give up. my walk of shame towards the escalator was quite heavy. my feet dragged.

to make me feel better, i just thought it must have been the work of karma for wanting to watch that movie for the second time. greedy much? i guess i deserved it?

tags: movie  line  queue  ticket  film  festival  fail  

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