25/10/2008 - AVENGED SEVENFOLD CONCERT @ MAX PAVILION 24 OCTOBER 2008, 8PM
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AVENGED SEVENFOLD IS THE SHIT MAN!!! THEY REALLY ARE =) THEY PLAYED CRITICAL ACCLAIM, AFTERLIFE, BEAST AND THE HARLOT, SCREAM, SEIZE THE DAY, UNHOLY CONFESSIONS, GUNSLINGER, ALMOST EASY AND LITTLE PIECE OF HEAVEN. they didnt play alot of songs though. like trashed and scattered, blinded in chains, wicked end, second heartbeat, dear god, chapter four and many more. haix. but they were dam good la. i went with cheryl yeo, shawn loo and wei liang. supposed to go with maw and his 3 RV frens. but they book out late. ah well. i sang until my voice went away. wished i could scream like them all the way. thats talent for you. the mosh pit was somewhat crazy, cheryl wanted to mosh but they didnt let her, i dont think she was best pleased.
they few hours were the shit best in my life=) adrenaline pumping man! wish i could play drums like the REV....
actually there are lots of things i wish for...
maybe its because there is so much i lacked or failed to possess for my own pursuit of a utopian life.
maybe my illusion of perfect harmonious habitation is a conjured ill-memory?
or perharps my besotted double-edged blessing a hindrance to normality?
the latter seems more precice...
either way,
whatever i did to uphold or held,
was and will be eventually washed away by the gentlest of currents,
where the tinge of sunlight on the sweetest borned memory,
will be cussed away in the darkest and vilest form of night,
as the plight is accentuated into a firm authorative voice of intent.
where once remembered,
is now forgotten.
a city of evil,
of torrentuous vuluptous predators,
feeding off wounded and weak prey.
the directionless..
the hapless...
the useless..
just face i man,
its not gonna happen..
i might as well drum away..
and accept my just plight...
and hopefully before long,
god will grant me that meagre bit of mercy..
a small victory of justice in my puntured soul and wounded heart,
and take away a life worth nothing more than the bare parts used to make it.
the hand that rocked the cradle,
has thy cursed its bare essential,
in an inevitable turn of the golden spoon.
comfortable,
probably inconceivable.
scream. scream. scream.
my life was left in the max pavilion.
it was never there before or after that.
and now im left with music.
entrapped in its small lease of life in borrowed time.
god grant me the serenity to accept the things i cant change,
to accept the things that pains but i have to shoulder.
i just have one request:
before u make me heap my last breath...
before my chest heaves its last gasp of pain in solitute misery..
before i walked my last steps in circular perambulations...
before i make my last wrenching regret of chained predicaments...
before i left the scence of my last sin and humilation..
let me feel whats it like...
to share the warmness of a soul,
with another i would be happy to live with,
to spend my life with,
to feel my void of adject artifical pockets of satisfactions and real emptiness.
to be able to feel someone ailing for the gift of touch and radiant interation.
before u take my life,
let me seize the day,
before my ashes are scattered down,
to no return,
to no memory.
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