NOTE: I did not read proof this blog post before I hit send. AND, it's a long one. Be warned.
I told the girls I wasn't going to blog about this, but I can't help it. I have a personal MySpace that DOESN'T or REFUSE to let me sign in, so I have to do this on my photography page. And this might even end up on my website. ANYWAYS...
I'd like to dedicate this blog to my girls Lyds, Lyn and Carmen, you have all been there through thick and thin, and this is yet our second A7X show, this is how we met, and this is the ONLY concert that we didn't get separated from each other or succumb to shitheads that come our way. We fought our way through, not only just for this concert, but also our lives. This band is the base of our friendship, and sharing the moment during this concert is something I will not trade for the world. Thank you girls, I love every single one of you. And no Lydia, I am not going to die. I am still breathing right now. And I am sorry I broke the news to you. Yes Lyn and Carms, she now knows about the Suntec incident.
Also, to the boys who were the concert with us. Those who stayed over at Mac Pavillion and saved us girls a spot at the front queue: Syam, Keith, Terrance, Wilson, the guy in the Misfits shirt and his two friends, IDK if I thanked you guys on the day, but THANK YOU, you boys are AMAZING. Not to forget Isa, who joined along in the queue too, along with us girls.
ALL OF YOU BOYS, I regard you right now as people who are compatible as my concert buddies, because, you're so awesome you should be proud of yourself. Just so you boys know, not many people can get along with us girls when it comes to concerts, but you ALL did. Thank you for taking care of us, not just because we're girls, but good job, you took care of each other. I am glad that all of you enjoyed the show, and as the photos all across the internet world has proven, you got the front row, even though we're all spreaded. This paragraph is longer than the paragraph for my girls, because I the girls and I have been talking about the show non stop, so, no worries, they won't get jealous...I think. HAHA.
So here, would be the official entry.
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THURSDAY, dated 23rd October 2008
07.30AM, last week...
Skipped school. The rest doesn't matter.
07.35AM, last week...
"Why the fuck am I nervous..?" I said that to myself about a million of a million times. Tell me, what would that number be?
10.00AM, last week...
My mum was going for a check up. Her surgery is confirm to be on the 12th November.
Also, I was already texting ALL the girls as and when I can. This is, I repeat, this is THE show I am looking forward to going, as part of the audience, and not with a shooting mission. Yes, I said this for SINGfest 08', but this is different. I was on a shooting mission when I was in the audience. This is Avenged Sevenfold. The band that got me to metal, we're talking about. Plus, Max Pavillion don't allow any photography/filming/audio recording. I see a lot of video and people with DSLRs at the show, though. WTH.
11.30AM, last week...
Met up with Syam, Ahmad, Isa, and one of their friends. Hung out for a while, and was totally excited about Avenged Sevenfold. Was told that Syam, Keith and two other guys are gonna be
sleeping over at Max Pavillion. WOAH. And so they too, are going to chope place for us in the line.
12.30PM, last week...
I was on the way to go meet Lyds, because she wants to go get her shirt. I was texting her, and POOF, my phone's battery died on me. NICE. Thank God Lyds knew about the battery. By this time, I just stare into space (or rather, to the ceiling of the train) in boredom.
13.00PM, last week...
We arrive Peninsula and went around the whole shopping center, and not ONE shirt matches the taste of either of us twins. We shall NOT resort to band shirts. SHALL NOT. WILL NOT. Did not. And so we decided to go to the girlier stores.
14.30PM, last week...
Our stomach starts to go death metal in hunger. Lunch at Long Johns. Lyds and I started speaking of the fears of teenage mothers. Random, I know. Not really. Lyds and I know why.
15.45PM, last week...
"OOOOOOOOOOOO SHADES" - Lyds. We went through John Little, trying out clothes we'd NEVER wear. Oh, and did I tell you, that day, we had a twin moment. Both of us, in jeans, in purple top, AND purple hoodies. Woah, seriously, beat that twin moment. ANYWAYS. We tried dresses, stupid frilly tops and all that shit. Camwhored here and there, tried some more normal people clothes (yes apparently we don't dress like normal people, wtf HAHHAA), and left not buying a thing.
16.30PM, last week...
Suntec. I don't even remember what we were doing there, but I remember cursing at This Fashion for having clothes sized "L" in SMALL sizes. DON'T THESE PEOPLE EAT?
And today, I found out, that around the same time, The Barry brothers and Sanders were at Suntec too. AND we didn't even see him. Yes girls, I already dropped the bomb to Lyds. YOU KNOW I can't keep secrets from my own twin.
17.15PM, last week...
We sit at City Hall MRT's steps, waiting for Bryant to arrive. He was going to buy a piano at Funan. We accompanied the guy. He didn't get any, and so we all went home.
07.30PM, last week...
I reach home all tired from the long day. I charge my phone, turned it on, and received a text from Fiaz.
"Call me. Urgent."
WOAH. I quickly dialled his number, or rather, went through the phone book and called him. I was greeted by laughter. He dropped the bomb to the AsilenT's very own little sister that they were asked to open for Avenged Sevenfold. And they said no.
08.00PM, last week...
The silly me wanted to cry. I had almost wanted to throw myself out my window of my 7th floor apartment. But fuck it, I have no time to be upset. I have a batch of photos to do, and plus, AsilenT does brutal death metal. It WOULD be funny to watch Avenged Sevenfold fans reaction to their music with much shock, but it would be too ridiculous. A part of me thanked God that they said no.
11.42PM, last week...
Armegeddon is near (HAHAHA *hint to AsilenT, if they ever read this*). Four girls, are nervous as fuck, and they're not even the ones performing.
Lyn was doing her paper, Lyds was rushing her assignments, (I think?), I was buried in my photos, and Carmen was just being Carmen, screaming at the top of her lungs on MSN as and when she can. Right about now, everyone is tired, but refuses to sleep because the excitement is burning brains. Whatever that means.
We text Syam and company who were sleeping over if they were okay. We got news that they're really cold, because it was raining heavily islandwide that night. Poor boys.
FRIDAY, dated 24th October 2008
02.03AM, last week...
I finished my batch of photos and the girls already given up on what they were doing. We were PROBABLY saying our many goodnights, and finally settled to sleep.
05.30AM, last week...
My phone alarm went off. Wow I do not want to wake up. OH WAIT, I shall not deny this day. My mum was already cooking for all of us. I snoozed anyways, until 6AM.
06.30AM, last week...
I am done showering and was putting myself together.
07.00AM, last week...
Make up's done, food and stuff are all packed. I'm just waiting for a text from Lyds to cue for me to leave. Ten minutes later, I leave. Texted the boys to find out that they're hungry. Gotta hurry.
07.20 (07.30?)AM, last week...
I meet Lyds at City Hall's train platform, and she said, "you know, when I wanted to leave, I almost forgot my ticket".
My response, you ask?
"OH MY GOD, I FORGOT MINE! I'm not kidding, seriously, I am not kidding you right now"
"Really? :| "
"Yes, I am not kidding. What the fuck is wrong with me? I forgot my fucking ticket!"
"Okay let's go back, I need to check if I didn't BLEEEEEPPP my BLEEEEEEP also"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT!?"
"NO, I just want to check, can? I feel like I didn't"
"AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA okay. I'm not kidding. Let's go back."
08.00AM, last week...
I'm back home again, this time, with Lydia. She went in my house, went to check if she didn't BLEEEEEP her BLEEEEEP, and since she's already inside, she took my ticket for me, and we left.
09.00AM, last week...
We arrive at Expo MRT station, and Lyds attempted to record the station announcment that we were already at expo. Operation failed. HAHAHA.
09.03AM, last week...
We were in 7-11, and guess who was in there? ISA -.-
09.10/09.15AM, last week...
We arrive, and Lyn was late. The rest was just a blur. I remember fights over "booze". YES LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IT WASN'T REAL BOOZE, GET OVER IT. WE WERE NOT DRUNK. EVERYTHING WAS CERTIFIED HALAL. Jeez.
Yes. No kidding, everything was a blur. We got bored. Bored people don't remember things.
Around 11.00AM, last week...
Lyn arrives in her new improved red shirt. IT WAS PRETTY. And she brought cupcakes. YAY.
Somewhere between that time, Lyn realises something.
We then got bored, started to bother Carmen with texts and calls asking her to get her ass there as soon as possible. We made almost 100 attempts to sleep, considering we had little sleep (or none), but fail. So this is what happens.
YEP, you guessed it. Camwhoring.
Oh and while waiting for Carms, we went to the MPH booksale, and bought a Dexter book. YES LYDIA, it's still with me.
Around 03.00PM, last week...
Carmen finally arrives. Project panties begins now. I start off by doing this.
Followed by the girls.
OH LOOK, AUTOGRAPHS!
Around 05.00PM, last week...
Everyone is bored out of their fucking minds. You have WORKAHOLICS in the line, and waiting in line with NOTHING TO DO?!?! SERIOUSLY?!?!
People started to cut lines, we all slowly started getting pissed, and in the heat of the noon, there was suddenly chaos amongst the crowd. There was a fight. I laughed. Because no one died.
Around 06.00PM, last week...
The security started to go in and out of Max Pavillion. The boys and my girls started to get pissed with the fact that people were cutting the queue, and that the queue wasn't organised in the first place. HELLO, DOES IT TAKE SOMEONE TO DIE TO DO THINGS EARLY? AAAAAAAARGH. Anyways. The security pissed us off. Nuff said.
Around 06.15PM, last week...
"MOVE THE FUCK BACK! I said, MOVE THE FUCK BACK, MOVE!" -- Just like SINGfest 07', no one listens to Matt Sanders, but everyone listens to Sya Hysteria. Weird. Except this time, Sanders was backstage, doing God knows what. Who cares. The crowd was a bitch, the security was a bitch. Everyone but the boys and my girls was a bitch. BITCH.
In between, this happened. Annoyingly entertaining.
Around 06.45PM, last week...
Instruction was given to the securities. We all heard them. Three barricades in front of about 12,500 fans (according to Sunday Times), and they decide to remove the middle barricade.
HI,
1. The crowd is uneasy and uncomfortable.
2. Every wants to get out of everyone's way.
3. There are only THREE barricades.
4. MAJORITY at the front row, to you left, my dear securities, SLEPT OVER, and is pissed off.
5. The crowd WILL push. DUH.
And so, Lyn, Lyds and I started screaming at the security. Carmen was high, so she didn't really care. Syam and I were screaming at the crowd to shut the fuck up. Isa, Kieth, Terrance and Wilson, were fairly quiet pissed off people. And then, TWO times, the crowd pushed forward, and the barricades nearly fell. And this is what happened.
SG is for Security Guy. SH is for Sya Hysteria.
SG: DON'T PUSH!
SH: WHAT AM I, THE ONLY FUCKING PERSON BEHIND THE BARRICADES?
SG: *turns to guy next to me* DON'T PUSH!
SH: WHAT THE FUCK, YOU DON'T TELL THE CROWD TO NOT FUCKING PUSH, THEY WILL PUSH. YOU DON'T LISTEN TO US, AND NOW YOU DON'T USE YOUR BRAINS, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!
Around 07.15PM, last week...
The middle barricades were open. Isa and Keith ushered Lyds and Lyn out first. And then They went in. The guy in the Misfits shirt, literally blocked out the crowd so that Carmen and I can get through. Imagine the chaos. Four pissed off girls who won't shut the fuck until they get justice, and all boys who queued along with us the entire day, being as helpful as fuck. THANK YOU BOYS. The security announced that they're gonna close the doors if the crowd won't stop pushing. WHO THE FUCK WOULD LISTEN TO THAT?
Around 07.20PM, last week...
The door bitches tear off my tickets, and I ran to where Lyds, Lyn and Carmen was. Front fucking row, between center stage and Brian's area. I looked around and saw that Isa and Keith secured themselves a spot in front row, Brian's area. The guy in the Misfits shirt and his friends was still outside. I was gonna worry about those guys, but the crowd started being assholes and started covering up spots. I just hope those guys got front row. And they did.
Around 08.00PM, last week...
Two photos above taken with Lyds phone.
Us at front row. And yes, the guy in the Misfit shirt and his friends did get front row. We girls are glad to know that.
Look at the crowd, man.
Two photos above by Aloysius Lim.
Around 08.15PM, last week...
Vermillion enters stage. WOAH WTF THE CROWD OF PEOPLE WHO BOOED THEM, GO AND DIE. THEY WERE AWESOME. ROSLAN ROCKS KAY. AHAHHAA. But seriously, YOU say the Singapore music scene sucks, but hey it all starts with YOU. Great set boys. Yuo did well.
Around 09.00PM, last week...
The stage went dark, the sound of the organ for Critical Acclaim hit everyone's ears, I saw Jimmy walk to his drum set, Matt's bald head on the left side of the stage, Brian running out, Johnny walking our eagerly, and ...I didn't see Zacky, SORRY. AHAHAHA.
I thought Brian looked like a doll. YES, I said it. HAHAHA.
DO I REALLY NEED TO EXPLAIN WHAT HAPPENED? Yes like Lyn said, for everything else, there's YouTube.
MY FAVOURITE OF ALL
and with being front row, I had missed my chance to kill these people:
Being the short persont that I am, I had people using me as an arm rest as they rocked out and showed the devil horns to the boys on stage and as a tripod stand for them to take photos/videos with their camera phones. AMAZING. I had people framing my face during songs, and I had my L____e__e moment, and Johnny and Brian laughed at me. Thanks, I sense the sympathy.
We shouted for Brian, threw the granny panties, and he saw the panties land on his bloody feet. The four os us signalled like morons for him to pick it up, and he was like, "pick it up?" and we were, "YES PICK IT UP," and then Jason took it away because the song was gonna start. HILARIOUSLY teeny weeny disappointing. WELL, at least Brian stuck to our area the whole time after that. I know the whole band was around our area most of the time.
Around 10.30PM, last week...
"EH, FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!" -- Lyds. I thought she was screaming that because people were climbing over her like she was climbing over me. I actually lifted the guy who was climbing over me and tossed him towards the back as Sanders was in front of us, about to throw the set list. He looked a bit shocked, but Lyds sent he cue to leave, so I left. Guess what, Lyds got Jimmy's stick.
The Four has collapsed in the middle of the hall. Everyone just looked. And this photo was randomly taken by a girl I do not know who.
Suliana and I keep bumping into each other at shows. Photo from her camera. Oh, did you know, we both had once became the captain for the Dunearnites cheerleading team, back in the glory days? Well, now you know.
Around 11.05PM, last week...
We headed out to the backstage, found millions of girls with almost no clothes on, so we stayed there for a bit, discovered bruises, laughed at each other, and tried to stay sane.
Around 11.30PM, last week...
We left.
Around 11.45PM, last week...
The boys came out to sign autographs. Nice. We TOTALLY left.
RIGHT NOW...
With all the ALMOST HAVE HAD met Avenged Sevenfold, we knew that NOTHING and NO ONE can take away what went on around our side DURING the concert. 90% of the crowd thinks Brian was pissed off during the show, well, if you were right in front of him you'd know he wasn't. He was making stupid faces, and Johnny and the four of us battled funny faces, Sanders was obviously sick, Jimmy rocking out, and Zacky was just...too far away to function. Okay I;ll give the guy some credit, Zacky DID come over to our side a few times, we shared TEENY WEENY MOMENTS, he saw us, nodded, I knew I nodded back.
The show was great, the set could've been longer, but I believe Sanders was sick, so that explains the last minute opening act and the "short set".
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Also, if you want to read entries from my girls entries (permission granted, btw), here are the
links.
Carmen: http://righteouslies.livejournal.com/ OR www.myspace.com/carmenlovesyou
Lyn: yet to be released
Lyds: yet to be released
I believe I left out a few things, so I'll let the girls do the cover up for the things I missed out on. AND BY THE WAY, THIS BLOG TOOK FOUR FUCKING HOURS TO WRITE. I HAVE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE. SO BE NICE.
