“Helga? You are the last person I expect to see here!”Jonver, when he saw me lining up… to line up.

I love Zac Efron. I try not to emotionally and financially invest myself in (male) celebrities because I don’t think I can handle another Hanson in my life, but I have two exceptions: Liam Hemsworth, because he’s engaged to Miley Cyrus; and Zac Efron, because HAVE YOU SEEN THE GUY? Is he not the cream to your coffee???

LOL what I wore: Cotton On dress (new favorite; will wear urrday & urrwhere), Cotton On cardigan, SM Accessories necklace

(To be fair, my flats were from Penshoppe.)

When I found out through my friend, Yam, that Penshoppe was bringing him in and holding a fan conference, I made quick plans to get a VIP ticket and attend the fancon with her. Spending PHP5000 on clothes for a VIP pass seemed like a good deal, nevermind that it’s a brand I haven’t worn since my high school days.

I don’t remember when tickets went on sale but by September 3rd, Penshoppe was tweeting that there were only 100 VIP passes left. PANIC! I went to bed at 6am telling myself I had to be up early in a couple of hours to rush to SM Megamall. I woke up at 11am, checked my Twitter and saw that there were only 50 passes left. PANIC! PANIC! I didn’t even get to finish my coffee; I was out my apartment speed-walking to the LRT2 station, unwashed hair, ugly face and all. On the way, I realized I had forgotten to take note of SM Tickets’ number and Globe 3G was being a dipshit. Luckily, Tara got me their number because the last thing I wanted was to spend twenty minutes trying on 5k worth of stuff only to be told LOL YER LATE NO MORE 4 U. Anyway, SM Tickets told me there were still 160 VIP passes left and I was half-seething, half-relieved at DA DECEPTION!!!

I got my VIP pass, lovingly stored it in my underwear drawer, and waited for The Day.

On September 29, I woke up at 2pm— 4 hours before gates opened— with a massive hangover. The rice from the night before had gone bad so I made myself Yakisoba and scrambled an egg. That was the highlight of The Day.

I arrived at the MOA Arena at 6pm. I have never been to the Arena so I had no idea where to go so I just looked for the crowd. Lines weren’t ticket-specific which I didn’t mind but what I did mind was that they made us line up to fall in line. Like what kind of stupidity is that!!!; but really, had I been to the Arena before, I’d probably have had the sense to just go straight to the Blue Entrance and skip the dumbassery.

Apparently, there was a no-camera policy but I managed to get in with a point-and-shoot (that promptly died two terrible pictures in) because I waltzed in while the guard was checking someone’s backpack. I am really glad I managed to sneak it in because the lines to claim cameras post-fancon were reportedly insane.

I really don’t get that stupid no-camera policy. I can pretend to understand not allowing dSLRs (and I agree with no-flash photography) but dinky point-and-shoots, too? Tapos pwede naman ang phone cameras.

There was no word on what time the fancon would start but common sense AND SOME DECENCY FROM THE ORGANIZERS would say 1-1.5 hours after doors. At 730, we were still waiting. I grabbed a cheeseburger (shitty) and an iced Milo (because I was missing Singapore) and waited some more. I was telling Yam how Filipinos shouldn’t stand for this kind of shoddy treatment— having our time wasted— but we’re so used to it that no one complains. At this year’s Laneway Festival in Singapore, someone’s set was delayed due to technical difficulties AND PEOPLE WERE PISSED AND THROWING SHIT AT THE STAGE; the organizer came out to apologize. In the Philippines, no1curr.

One hundred meet and greet passes were raffled off and I’m not sure what system they used but it was strange to see consecutive ticket numbers up on screen with a special preference for the 175xxxx and 176xxxx series. Obvi, I didn’t win or else we’d be married by now!!!

Zac Efron Penshoppe Fan Conference

Or at least sexting each other. A GIRL CAN DREAM OK.

The stage also had a stupid catwalk.

Around 9, a 5-minute countdown began and people got super excited (myself, included)… only for a bunch of dudes to come out for a sort of lengthy dance number. Then a group called La Divas was next singing three or four cover songs. At this point, I was wondering if I had mistakenly spent PHP5200 for a Party Pilipinas live show. And then Never The Strangers. And then Jay-R. Unsurprsingly, WiFi and Globe 3G were being reglatic so I couldn’t rage-tweet. The UP Pep Squad performed to High School Musical songs, which I LOVED, finally welcoming Zac on stage.

Zac Efron Penshoppe Fan Conference

Eh. This picture.

Boy Abunda came out next and started yapping about shit I didn’t care about— something about a private talk between him and Zac with us as the audience; I just remember thinking “WTF,” “Shut up,” and “Anong petsa na.” By the time Boy asked Zac what his favorite movie was— having asked him what he thinks the best film ever is, two questions ago— I was over the damn thing.

Zac Efron Penshoppe Fan Conference

Kinikilig din kami, Kuya Boy.

Zac Efron Penshoppe Fan Conference

“Whachur fevreet moofie, meestur ploz answer yur sew smort and yur eyes r bootipewlz”

Zac was adorable and every bit the dreamboat that he is. Also: a huge sweetheart, granting a girl a kiss on the cheek and inviting practically the whole arena backstage for hugs. As expected, some of his answers were purposely made to cater to Filipina fans. I wish Boy asked him the important questions like “Will you take off your shirt for the ladies?” and “What is wrong with Austin Butler’s face?” and “It’s been nearly two years; when are you and Baby V getting back together so girls all around the world can believe in true love again?”

The fancon ended without Zac taking off his shirt. That night, I cried myself to sleep.