flawed work of art.
Sunday, June 25, 2006 @ 4:56 am
my first festival of arts. I admit, I was anxious to get the green light from my mom to go. well, she didn't say no. but she did make a fuss at 5 pm, when I still wasn't home. hmm. what's new?
woke up bright & early for kim's ride. haha. it is very very nice when you've got friends that have a P licence & a car. haha. after my pre-L licence driving fiasco on friday, I think I'd rather get a plane licence. oh yes, foa...
something puzzled me when I was watching channel news asia the other day & saw the annual womad event held in singapore.... wasn't foa used to be called (festival of music & dance) fomad???! with that answer tickling my brain, I went to someone who knew EVERYTHING about fomad/foa - mr. shawn j. edmund.

"Ahh. you see ar... fomad is the collaboration of my school (english college) & other schools. foa is just organised by my school. (again, he means ec. absent-minded fella still thinks he's in ec. hur)"

Right. thank you for clearing the air about that, shawn.

blogger's note: even though shawn is no longer the LDDS (literary, drama and debating society - which organises foa) president, he still felt obliged to make himself useful & seem important. in colloquial terms, this is called being kay por. and don't you dare flame me. cos' this is what he admitted himself on the day of foa.

shawn says that the hotdogs are supposedly very popular. hyuk. never tried one. haha. shall touch on that later.

well well well, I liked the ninjutsu or whatever you call it performance. the guy who was narrating all the moves was quite good-looking, despite his broken english. hurhur. anyway, he taught the crowd some defence tactics, that seemed easy. haha. but the next time I'm attacked, I don't think I'll remember anything. -.-

I liked this brother-sister performance. the sister was on bass & the brother, drums. I was with apu beside the fan when they were performing. and our first reaction was..... whoa.

"the chick can sing wei!" quips apu.
"yeah wei!" agrees celine.

some bands could play metallica quite well, really. well, I thought all those who had the guts to go up were already very brave. just like I'd never be able to control my nerves enough. haha. I liked white fluffy pau, alven & apu's band, even though they didn't emerge as the winners of the comp. but I still think they're victorious, because the crowd really loved them. I could tell alven's dad was really proud of his son, tapping his foot as his son's band put on a fantastic performance. sometimes, things go wrong. and it's not your fault, but they just don't go as planned. so whatcha gonna do? take things in your stride and say, 'well. it's fated.' and then, life goes on. I'm not just referring to a wayward performance. hasn't anyone ever gone, 'why the heck is this happening to me????' I know I have.

I dunno why some people go to foa. just like, I always knew that most guys would go to my alma mater's iu to see girls. when I was in the interact club, a little part of me was hoping this wasn't true. and I still hold onto that hope, even until now. but, I don't disagree that it isn't a social gathering. you mix and mingle, right? but that's not the main theme. although some perceive it to be. sometimes, I wonder if I'm the weird one in society.

met up with siang a little after. looking at him & melvin, I started laughing. they both had ripped jeans torn at the same place. backstreet boys, much? okok, not being mean. I want some ripped jeans too. did that come out a little too groupie-ish?

I told shawn my theory on players in jb.

"they take stone & throw anywhere ar, sure hit somebody they once had something going on with."

jb is too small. everybody knows everybody. sigh. it's a vast difference from being in say, london? there are many many many differences I can think of. like in college, people are in original evisu jeans, no, not from cyber zone in cs, but the real ones that cost thousands of pounds. some tote around LV bags, and I don't means just the girls. *wink* then, there are the girls in micros when it's frigging single digit celcius out there. my godma once told me that these girls will end up with arthritis and die. in fashion's name, perhaps? like, I once told some folks that I'd pose naked in the name of art. the look of horror on their faces? priceless.

anyway, I was really pleased that I went to foa, even though:
  • the weather was stupidly hot. times like these, I start to miss london's 20 degrees.
  • I received comments that I was fat. you baskets try going to england and not putting on weight.
  • my mom made a fuss.
  • I had to wake up early. *yawn*
  • I was tired, sweaty and longing for a bath after a few hours.
  • did I mention the weather?!!
to apu and alven: you guys did good. and that's not because I am bias. haha. because. it takes a lot of effort to put on something like this. and I bet I wasn't the only one who could see it.

p/s: the star wars sketch was... insane. hahaaha. apu, you give me haunting images of darth vader. alven, I pity you when you were dragged out of the stage. ouch!

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