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My ears won't speak to me...

But it was worth it!

Just came back from the Linkin Park concert with Fergie.

Chris Cornell was the support act. He was good.

Linkin Park were fantastic. They did all the songs I wanted to hear, including an "acoustic" version of "Pushing Me Away".

I even got involved in the moshing. Go me! Standing up for that long is usually hell on my back, but I think I got it this time. Holding my abs in every time I thought of them meant that they were doing most the support and not my dodgy back, so I've come out of it reasonably well. The back of my heels however, weren't so lucky. They blistered. Owie!

Awesome!

I took some photos with the camera and put them up here. Sorry about the lousy quality, but what do you expect with a camera phone?

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missingkeys
Oct. 14th, 2007 08:33 pm (UTC)
Glad you had fun!

Would you believe that my camera phone is better than my camera? Oops.
psuedonym777
Oct. 14th, 2007 11:33 pm (UTC)
Both my right knee, and my left hip are still screaming at me. My throat is still holding out so long as I keep drinking. Totally worth it! :o)
ozisim
Oct. 15th, 2007 10:28 pm (UTC)
OK. but like, you have to have a facebook account to see your pics!
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I wake in vain
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I wake in vain
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Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
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