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everyone is stuck in a rut.
be it knowingly, or unknowingly.
willingly, or unwillingly.

The mundane daily existence that we eke out is occasionally punctuated by events that snap us out of this stupor.

It could be anything.
A great night out on the town.
A visit from an old friend.
A great date with your other half.
An exciting football match that you watched, or even played in.
A movie that really you really enjoyed.
Anything to escape the heavy chains of daily routine.

On Tuesday, the 16^th of august, for a few, surreal hours, the chains of indistinguishable assimilation were replaced by the inklings of freedom, provided by the unlikeliest of sources.

Slipknot were in town.

up until the previous night, bromeo and I hadn’t purchased our tickets, since for a variety of (dubious) reasons, none of our friends wanted to go watch slipknot.

out of the blue, wong(mad props to ya bro), using his amazing web of contacts, hooks us up with 2 free passes to the concert.
“maggot’s passes” to be precise.

concert starts at 8pm.
we reached the parking lot at 8.15pm.
typical.

as we approached the venue, we heard heartening chants of “slipknot, slipknot!”
The moment we entered, I knew I was home.
Thousands and thousands of people, mostly clad in black.
Waiting.
Restlessly, eagerly, waiting.
A writhing mass.
Waiting for their chance.
to explode.

Squeezed ourselves into the crowd and bumped (literally) into a couple of old friends.
At 8.45pm, the nine masked men, collectively known as slipknot, came on to the stage.
At 8.45pm, all hell broke loose on fort canning park.

Immediately, most of us expressed our (pent-up) rage and aggression at a common target.
the barriers.
Soon enough, after having been kicked into deformity, the barriers gave way.
And there we were, in the VIP area.
Right in front of the stage, where slipknot were wrecking absolute, unadulterated havoc.

For roughly an hour, all the metal fans were in a state of bliss.
Moshing for their lives.
Headbanging till their necks hurt.
Pushing, shoving, screaming.
Mouthing words of songs.
Mouthing, because there isn’t enough air left in your passageways to scream anymore.
Chanting, waving fists, swearing at the cops.
Sweating, dehydrated, bleeding.

What more could a fan of metal ask for?

I cant remember the specific details of the concert, such as the order of the songs, etc, but who cares?
I do remember shouting “I push my fingers into my eyes” till my voice went hoarse and I felt droplets of blood in my throat.

Soon enough, it ended.
Slipknot left the stage, albeit after a very gratifying encore.
The concert had ended, and so had our flirtation with complete freedom of all restrictions.

For a true metal fan, to see a band you love, performing a song that you love, and have been hearing at home for years, on a stage right in front of you; that is the very vindication and justification of your love for metal.

So heres a thank you.
To all the amazing people at the concert for making it such a great experience.
Metal and rock are very much alive in the police-state of Singapore, albeit on an underground level.

The brotherhood that exists among the fans of metal is a strong and under-rated one, and is prevalent at underground concerts, or even at this concert, where everyone looked out for one another, and reveled in the music.

thank you to slipknot.
for taking us, for a few hours, away from our rather drab existences, and into a utopian world; where the sky is jet-black, the hordes of rockers are the majority, shouting like you were insane is the norm, and moshing and body-surfing are the favourite activities.

What a lovely world.

on a totally different note, school is taking up loads of time, and im sorry to friends if I’ve been ignoring you guys.

And to the gf, thank you for always being there.
Always being understanding, accommodating, and tolerant.

”She is everything and more
The solemn hypnotic
My doll, bathed in possession
She is home to me”

vermillion (part 1)- slipknot

im out.

So its a Sunday.

Here I sit, whilst my toe spurts blood.
I suspect theres a hair-line fracture somewhere in there as well.
Damn.

Played a match yesterday, during which, some dude stamped my toe into oblivion.
My range of movement is limited to the bed and the chair.
Well, it aint that bad, but seriously, im outta action for any physical activity for a while.
Except for the physically demanding sport of….
Carrom.

last night, the gf and i watched :

Much like the previous 3 incarnations, courtesy of mister george a. romero, this one had loads of gore and blood.

But this is the first time I’ve seen zombies develop intelligence.
Which was interesting, to say the least.
The leader of the zombies, an african-american named ‘big daddy’, really stole the show.

Hell, he was so convincing and clever that I hypothesized that he was actually just a not-so-good-looking dude, masquerading as a zombie…
I mean seriously,
They never showed him really eating anyone…

“hmm.to avoid getting eaten, I’ll just walk like this…and not bathe for a few months…there. Perfect.”

Speakin of masquerading as a zombie, with the new limp ive developed, my walk is very reminiscent of a recently-bitten dude, turning slowly, but surely, into a zombie.

The weird thing about the movie was that there were people in the audience who were rather undead as well.

There was this Chinese dude, and his ah-lian gf, sitting next to us.
And all he did was give the single most annoying running commentary I have ever heard.
Not only did he speak continuously, he spouted utter nonsense throughout the movie.

When a character picked up a jackhammer he went :
“ah.that one is a jackhammer”[ya think?]

when big daddy, the obvious leader of the zombies, gave a war-cry, he went :
“ah.that one leader of “zhom-beeh” leh”
[zhom-beeh is actually Cantonese for big black dude…like….’nigga don’t you be messin’ round with ma crew, or I’ll get that ‘zhom-bee’ to knock you out.uhh.]

and when his gf, who incidentally, had the IQ of a shoe, asked him why zombies ate humans, he went :
“oh, easy lah dear.they need to ‘regennnneraytt’(regenerate)”
[yes, dr. Ree Tard. I see your fictitious phd in molecular biology came in handy there]

and what was the worst thing about this dude?

Well, periodically, or every 15 minutes, he would release…
The most god-awful, smelly, killer burp, that I have ever had the displeasure of sampling.
Seriously, it smelt like he had eaten 3 rotting corpses, and thrown in some ammonia, for good measure.
Honestly, he was trying to kill the gf and I, or at the least, turn us into mindless zombies, much like himself.

The lingering scent of a killer, zombie-making burp, is what I’ll remember whenever I see any zombie on screen.
Thanks a lot, captain stinko.

There were these 4 indonesian guys behind who definitely did not understand the movie.
I kept hearing their audible yawns.
I mean, I know youre tired from doing nothing but spend your businessman-daddy’s money, but is it necessary to yawn that loudly?
Seriously, if they opened their mouths any bigger, I swear, a hand or a foot would emerge from their mouth.
At one of the last scenes, one of the characters went, “you saved them.”
And for some strange reason, one of the indo dudes went… “you saved them.”
Yes dude.
Repeat the sentence, for no apparent reason.
Maybe he thought it was the title of the movie.
Or a chant, which would turn everyone into zombies.
Hell, I’d turn into a zombie if he yawned into my face and kept saying “you saved them,” while I inhaled the killer-burp’s scent.
*shudder*

all in all, a good movie.
Just pray that you don’t get surrounded by ‘zhom-beehs’-in-disguise.

really looking forward to a couple of movies coming up soon.

First off, theres Hustle & Flow, a movie about the struggles of an up-and-coming rap artist.