testing limits, everyone needs to be loved

UNA VOCE 05-24HR SOUND ART FESTIVAL-has finally ended after the long hours of being awake(i only napped for two hours!). i have discovered a new friend- miss redbull. really keeps me awake and hyper! never really indulged myself in this before! thanks to the redbull girls and their complimentary drinks, they've got a sparkling new volkswagen man. As the 'doorbitch', i didnt get to be in the theatre for many of the artists' works, but was pleased to at least, have caught the last few like george chua's, guang feng's and rizman & veejay singh's, on sat. And i am so thankful i didnt drink for the whole of last night except for a initial few sips at the talk ( singapore biennale talk by curatorial team at timbre cafe) before the fest commences. My gang-ezzam, suhirman and angela were there, the usual familiar people, and of course, many not-so-frequent familiar faces like paul lincoln, annabelle, francis ng, wee lit, just to name a few. i have thoughts about the biennale, but will keep it to myself for now. and so, audience slowly streamed in from 8pm onwards for the fest and soon came my friends-lina, jeremy, julie, marienne, aidah, dan, karen, jason..and so on. it seems that many preferred to step out of the theatre for a smoke and chat with the 'doorbitches' (warren and i) as the sound in the theatre is too jarring, and temperature too cold. nonetheless, as the audience stroll in and out of the theatre, i was desperate to keep awake. as the night dwells on, the floor soon made way for the artists and crew, we started going into the theatre to dance to our vengeance since most of the audience has left. (guang feng, warren, rizman, dan, me, ian were the few dancing, but rizman stole the show cos he brought in a pink umbrella, not fair!), and so there was this ticklish episode of this guy who demanded a full refund because kai sniggered at him, yazai challenging zai and the other guys to down the Jack Daniels, yazai getting lightly 'slapped' before he left.. and sitting comfortably at the reception, trying to look fresh and awake, i realise that towards the morning, the real show was taking place at the front-of-room, instead of in the theatre.
memory abit blurry now, cos by then , i was too tired to be conscious. all i can recall is, i was the only pathetic girl around(besides Julie-Zul's gf), and the guys who stayed to bunk over at substation were rizman, warren, dan, ir.uan, and ian. They were 'too nice to be true' for the entire time. and so apart from it being a 'historical moment of a lifetime' that we spent with one another for 24 hours, i have also engaged myself in a tongue-lashing, attitude exchanging, star sign clashing, personality repelling, anti-world-peace 24hr with mr abdul manic.
the second day-sat, was more still, we eventually sold only 53 tix and audience was much lesser on sat. and so, a lady fainted while being interviewed by the ever-enthusiastic SAE students, and well, the hiccup opened the fest to a closure, with rizman's performance with veejay singh =)
on hindsight, to employ a word to describe this fest, i will use 'testing'. this fest is a testing ground. and hopefully, will set foundation for many other local sound art events in the near days. but for my first time being involved in events like this, this fest is a reasonable enough eyeopener for me. and definitely, keeping awake for so many hours has also put my physical endurance limits to test.
it has been a memorable time spent at the fest though it got me seriously worn out now.
if my 23 years of life is a strawberry cake, the innane, playful nature of the strawberry toppings sometimes take attention over the many many deep, intense layers of thoughts beneath.