Saturday, June 04, 2005
Man, I haven't blogged for ages.
Street Fest was such a disappointment. Why? There we were, the only two 15 year old females taking part in our first ever graffiti competition alongside 20 year old males, professional some more, slogging our asses off, and did even one person bother to come down and support us?
I know you might be thinking who the hell does this girl think we are, her asswipe? Does she think we are all her father's slaves therefore she has the right to make us come all the way down to YP and support her in some stupid graffiti competition which I bet she is going to lose anyway? Is wishing her good luck not enough? Does she want us to wear cheerleader costumes and carry pink pompoms and dress someone up as a mascot JUST to support her?
The thing is, we needed the support.
Nas was saying it was so sad because the other teams had supporters coming in droves while we were our own supporters.
Yes, we really, truly, needed it. And, no, I am not trying to portray myself as a pathetic loser and blame the non-existent supporters for my lack of self-confidence. Neither am I out to make you feel guilty, which I bet you're not.
Furthermore, we needed to finish the whole thing on that day itself, so the pressure was daunting. We found that out yesterday right before we started work.
Whatever okay, I know you all have your perfectly reasonable reasons and it was my fault that I didn't say I had to finish it by yesterday [ maybe it's because I didn't know either] so.. ah whatever lah! My fault, my fault, my fault. I am so narcissistic, even in blame. Of course you would agree.
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
Other than that it was great! We got ourselves too engrossed in our work to really care. And we got so engrossed we didn't eat for six hours. Eh, more than that actually. Eight hours. Of course I felt hungry but I just pushed on until the hunger pangs disappeared, only to come back fiercer than ever, but again, I pushed myself.
There were so many people taking photos of us! Is this what it feels like to be a celebrity? Ha. Ha. Ha. There was this guy who asked me where I was from, and in a state of daze and hunger and confusion, I said Anderson Secondary. Then I went, " But we are NOT representing the school!" I said that twice and he was like, " Okay, okay, I heard you the first time."
The team from RI was done by four. So fast! But their work, what a joke. They themselves were a joke lah. They didn't even have to register to join the competition. I felt like going up to them and slapping each of their rich, pampered, spoon-fed, fucking faces. AND they appeared in TNP. I bet that piece of work that was featured is 60% Trase's work.
Enough of the spite.
Trase was so funnily sweet, he was giving out tissue packets by the dozen and newater. And he was laughing alot. Must be one happy man.
Ah yes, must ask him for criticism.
I had to get a stomachache at around 6 plus. It was so bad, I couldn't even stand properly. What is it with my stomach nowadays? Whenever I eat a full meal, I get a stomachache. When I don't eat for hours, it's perfectly fine. And I get nasty ones, not the dull throbbing ache ones, but the stabbing with a chopper ones.
One thing I've learned: I can always depend on my family.
I thought I'd never say this but, I'm glad I have my family for a family. They came down at around 6.30 with BK takeaway and my dad was clearing up all the rubbish around our area, arranging our spraycans. My mum was giving much-needed feedback. I was just so glad they came.
They didn't only come, but they stayed till we finished, helped us pack up and sent Nas home. So we didn't have to lug home all the leftover spraycans by ourselves.
I vow to be nicer to my family from now onwards.
Well, yesterday served as a valuable learning experience, being my first and biggest competition. I've learnt that I still have a long way to go, and taking part in this was just one step, albeit a very big one. I've learnt to depend on myself, not others. I've grown stronger a little, physically and mentally. I guess that's a must, for carrying all the spraycans around.
It's no joke man, carrying four boxes within which has six spraycans each at one time. It's also no joke to spray continuously for eight hours straight. All that on a fifteen year old girl, definitely not a joke. However much I profess to loving the smell of spraypaint, the fumes will eventually get to you, and I swear at one point, when the sun was shining directly on me, I felt so dizzy I could faint. At the end of it all, I could bloody taste the paint.
But that changes nothing. I am still loving it. Risks included.
I feel a new sense of direction coming on. I need a new sketchbook! And not the kiddish ring sketchbooks I've been using, but the proper book-like ones. They look more sophisticated, especially if it's black and hard-cover. Except that I have no idea where to get one. ArtFriend maybe? Did I mention that my old sketchbook has curry sauce all over it? Don't ask.
One thing I've observed about Street Fest. It is an opportunity for ang moh teens to ACT COOL. Some of them anyway. It is so irritating. Is it not enough that they are taking up space in Singapore, getting all that expat pay? Oh no of course not they have to let their kids run around acting like they're street royalty. My ARSE.
They always seem to think that they are a cut above Singapore kids just because they are foreign. Foreign does not equal exotic or fascinating! We are not obligated to worship you! And we are just as modern and cutting-edge because we do not live in attap huts and plough paddy fields anymore!
I've always thought that ang mohs look so lost in Singapore. Maybe it's because they look so flushed and sweaty all the time because of the heat. Then why don't you go back to America or wherever you came from??
I am not against ALL ang mohs. I DO believe that there are some truly nice ones around. There has to be.
Maybe I analyze things too much. I do, you know. I analyze commercials, people's intentions, whatever. There's nothing I can't analyze. For example, I was analyzing this OXY ad in the train. You know the ad with the guy with a pimple? And he's squeezing it with a vice clamp?
Below the picture of him there's this slogan and it says," When you've tried everything else."
Why would you want to wait to try everything else before you try Oxy? And which stupid ass would go squeezing his face with a fucking vice clamp?? Obviously if Oxy was so good, everyone would be clamouring to use Oxy, before they try anything else. What if they didn't know about Oxy? Again I stress, if Oxy was so good, everyone would know about it, be it through adverts, word-of-mouth etc.
And don't they know it's bad to squeeze a pimple? I mean, they should know because they are a pimple cream company after all.
Yes, I think I do over-analyze.
funkadelic @ 4:44 PM
|pimpin it up|