The scenario yesterday was absolutely ugly. Young girls with heavy make-up and tattooes were hurling strings of abuse at the security, shoppers were visibly annoyed by the long queue which snaked all around the place, some fans were requesting for autographs in wholesale, and the poor boys could not stop signing. Tempers flared, blood boiled, girls left crying and leaving a trail of curses and vulgarities, and the 3 of us took it all in. Even though we're told after 3 hours of queuing that 'we were in the wrong queue'. Wow, I'm amazed by the excuses these people think up to expel us from the queue. *Chuckles heartily* So a 'wrong' queue actually MOVES? Wow, I'm amazed once again.
And those jerks who jumped queue should just be dragged out and clobbered to death. I can't believe there could be people who could be so irrational and undignified when it comes to such stuff. It's just plain ugly. Sorry, but someone like me wouldn't be uncivilised enough to stuff myself in front of someone who has painstakingly queued for half a day and expect to walk away with a clear conscience.
But all in all, I thoroughly enjoyed the entire queuing frenzy. My gurlies and I got the rare opportunity to see humanity at its ugliest and crack a joke about it. The boys worked hard to climb the ranks in the celebrity world, and the last thing they'll ever need is to be branded 'cheaters' by the very people who supported them.
Perhaps alot of people have yet to realise the fact that the best thing a fan can do is to provide the courage they need to stay in the revolving industry, not flood in for autographs audaciously and lambaste them for their inability to leave a mark on your cd or shake their hands. The mark in your heart is more important than anything else. But it breaks my heart to watch them smile and perform for so many people even though deep down inside they're thoroughly drained and exhausted. My salutes. P.S: My gurlies and I didn't get autographs, too. Hehe. :)
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