Monday, September 05, 2005
Feeling rather hyper today.
Must be because of yesterday. Competition held at Woodlands Sports Complex [eee so tak glam]. Had to report at 8.30 in the morning, but we arrived 20 whole minutes early because my dear Daddy sent me there. He insisted on me getting something to eat so I bought a whole loaf of choc chip bread hah take that. Plus three bottles of apple aloe vera juice.
Reached the place and it was swarming with MATS. I thought it was a MUIS event so why the hell are there so many mats???
THEN I found out why. There was a football tournament thinger organised also. Ahhhh no wonder. We were looking about desperately for someone we knew and there was no one so I smsed Newa asking him if he was there already. And he called me, and I told him I was there already and he was like WHAT?? There already??
Apparently it's abnormal to be early. Ahaha. Ahem.
Then we saw Locase. Like finally a familiar face.
Oh we stashed our cans under the stage because we didn't want to lug them around. Hahah my Dad lah anyhow sorok.
Then Tech came lugging this HUGE bag. I don't know how all these people can lug huge bags all over the place, even if they contain cans because I can't. For nuts.
He looked so cute lah carrying that bag because it simply swallowed him up. I suggested bringing a trolley next time. Will help his back also.
Eh, good idea ah? Bring a trolley. Style what.
Then there was a briefing, and we started work. We all had to locate our boards, which were the same size as Street Fest 05 ones and ours was opposite Tech's, out in the open. There were the damned lucky ones who had theirs under tents.
I swear the sun was out to kill us. The heat was bloody unbearable! I'm not the type to complain, but really, my shit was boiling.
There was a small tree behind us and we kept running to take cover under it. I love trees!
Then would you believe it?? It rained. Ridiculous right. At first it was just a drizzle, hujan panas. Then it stopped for a while. Then this fuck of a storm hit us. Poor Sher, she came down to support us and got stuck in the storm with us.
It was kind of funny, because we were scrambling to get all our stuff under the tentage before they got wet. But it didn't matter in the end because the whole place got all flooded and muddy. The mud was like, ankle high man.
Well, another competition with less than satisfactory conditions. But what the heck lah, anything for graff.
There were a few boards that came tumbling down because the wind was so strong. See I'm not exaggerating when I say storm. And a damn fucked-up storm it was. Lasted three whole hours.
At last me and Nas couldn't stand seeing our piece screaming to be finished we went out in the rain, which was so much lighter by then, to finish it. People were looking at us like we were mad cows, but I couldn't give a second fuck so whatever. The rain made it such that there was this whole fine splattered effect around our keylines, which kind of worked surprisingly.
There were water droplets coated in paint all over the place. Had fun popping them. Thought everything was going fine. Till I looked at my shoes.
They were fucking BROWN!!!! My lovely lime green pumps turned brown!!!!! AAAAAAARGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
Sorry bimbotic moment right there.
But really, the mud is so disgusting it looked like SHIT. Pity Nas' shoes especially. The beautiful drawn sneakers. The mud totally coated the canvas till everything turned brown and the drawings were rendered invisible. Eeyer.
At least my shoes were wipeable. Hers had to be scrubbed. Tsk.
Reminded me of HipHop Fest 04. Muddy shoes.
Speaking of which, what's the story for this year's HipHop Fest this year??? Anyone knows? I heard it's going to be held at Suntec Convention Hall, that's all. Nothing else.
And my KitKat bag. Totally destroyed. Washed it and now it's all faded. The tragedy!
At least we finished the thing, not left it hanging. Some people went back home because their planks were too wet to sprayed on anymore. Such a pity ain't it.
Yeah, made some new friends. Haha. JJ especially. Besotted with Sher. Never mind, let him be.
There were some really ill pieces. Giler nyer orang. Buat lawa sangat.
Trase came down, walked around, sat down. Hey it all rhymes! Lol. Liked his jacket.
There were two other all girl crews. In my really frank honest and brutal opinion, I think they need much more improvement. Basic fundamentals not there, yet already using cardboard and tape techniques. And it was a hell lot of cardboarding and taping there, which was really rather unnecessary.
Don't get me wrong, it's great that more girl crews are coming out. But basic skills, people!
There was this girl who was graffing in a skirt. Like, a real short skirt. Sorry to say, meluat aku. I ain't being sore about about having to fold up my pants and getting my eyeliner all smeared and getting drenched in the rain, but there are times when it's perfectly fine to be vain, but not when doing graff please. There are always other opportunities to look pretty.
Hahah I must have looked like shit but I couldn't care less.
My mum is so lovely, she came and brought chicken rice for the both of us, plus big towels. I was frozen all the way up my arse.
We got certs of participation, so it wasn't too bad. Plus, I think ASG are improving in terms of speed, but we need to wake our ideas up, because we're becoming too stereotypically feminine.
Which isn't what we're aiming to be. I think.
Had to lug home all the leftover spraycans. Carried two plastic bags of cans each. I felt like a deadweight was hanging from each of my arms. Bumped into Trase along the way to Marsiling MRT station. Being the usual lameass that he always is. But then again, he wouldn't be Trase if he wasn't a lameass, get what I mean?
Well, I don't really care if I win this competition or not, I think this one has given ASG more exposure, which is good. And it has upped our endurance. Which is also good. I think I need to get 10 more pairs of pumps.
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