I'd already reviewed the final installment of the Wathann Film Festival, which was Oakkar's "The Last Drop of Rain" and Maung Wanna's "Wearing Velvet Slippers, Holding a Golden Umbrella". And it was 7pm and I was hungry and tired, so I got the hell out of TheatreWorks and headed home.
What I didn't expect was that it would feel so hard to leave. I was saying goodbye to as many folks as was polite, slowly cutting off the physical thread that bound me to this 18-day event.

Being a Singaporean archivist of FCP when you're in Singapore is weird: you're no longer staying with the artists so you're cut off from some of the more informal aspects of their communion, which is one of the really wonderful bits of the whole experience. And you're no longer on holiday: you go back home and there's a million and one things to be taken care of, and there's no novelty to your surroundings to inspire you, so you're bloody tired all the time.

But you also know you should thank your lucky stars for being able to see TT and Keng Sen almost anytime, being only a stone's throw from Myanmar and all the other wonderful Southeast Asian nations whose people are doing great things in the early 21st century. You get to stay on.

For the next few days, I'll be adding some residual documentation which I didn't upload earlier. After that, if anyone could teach me how to reverse the chronology of this blog - so you can read it from beginning to end, not vice versa - that'd be amazing.

Cheerio for now,

Your friendly blogger, Yi-Sheng


01/22/2013 02:14

Well done Yi-Sheng, you did a terrific job.
Your attention span is the 8th Wonder of the World.


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