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when all the girls were gone, we victimize the punk rock fan to play heavy metal,
bet when you hear some songs and you'd be reminded of someone, something. i am feeling it now. in fact i was brought to tears as i listened to those were the day.
it reminded me of Angstophia, pain and alcohol.
my memories were clear and sharp as i saw myself for the first time, in Sec 2 hiting those hi-hat and snar. and Faizal was the one. he taught me how. and i grew from there all by myself. i also remembered when me and didy faces so many bullshits. how we tried hard to get an all girl band.
i learnt a lot from those memories. Perseverance & Sins.
late at night Didy will call me up and we cried supporting each other saying "we can do it, we can do it. cos one day we will be a star" Didy planned to put the pink bulu-bulu on her mike and me, a doll on my drum. and they would cheer.
and we kinda did it, Didy. we performed a gig, and boy it was Hardcore. It totally ROCK.
me and Didy shared a same dream since young. and i admit until now i still do. it started when i saw the late Heith Ledger(i will miss you) from 10 things i hate about you and i dunno why since then i fall in love with heavy metal music. i always wanted to have my angry girl band. playing hardcore heavy metal music, or goths.
but from what i saw since year 2002 to 2006, that dream were just dream.
i will always miss every friday jamming back then i had no money so i actually sometimes walk home, our "band book", our meetings, the tears, the Drum, alcoholic crave, the Chants, the 'drink to the blood of our sister', the BLACK clothes, the days when we met many boys like every week drunk drunk drunk drunk and til i got hook with dean at Sentosa in drunken state, the puking in many bus, the black lipstick, the girl fights, the candles, the tarot cards we played, and more boys who were our victims.
:dedicate to didy, liza, shida, cheapa, arab, faizal our mgr, and the supporters and victims