I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life & it doesn't have much time
Cos at 5 oçlock they take me to the gallows pole
The sands of time for me are running low
When the priest comes to read me the last rites
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone wrong very wrong for me
Can it be there some sort of error?
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end & not some crazy dream?
Somebody please tell me I am dreaming
Its not so easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me whe n I try to speak
Tears flow but why am I crying . . .
Above are the opening bars to Iron Maiden's Hallowed Be Thy Name which reflects the fooking situation I am in now. Few more minutes & I will be making the torturous trek towards Bukit Jalil stadium fer the fooking Jacky Cheung concert. To cap it all of, the skies have darkened in anticipation of a super heavy downpour to make sure I will be drenched before making it into the arena of hell.
What have I done to deserve this - To spend the rest of me Friday evening in the company of several thousand undiscerning, screaming, glow-stick waving, mata sepet, Canto-pop fans !?! This is seriously me own personal hell!
Me hands are all clammy. Me head is full of anxiety. Me ticker is pounding with fear. Me status of cool is in irreversible meltdown. . .
Dear people, please note that I may never recover from this aural rape of me senses, so this might just be me last post as a citizen of cool (cue super melodramatic music) . . .