I partied continuously for 45 hours on It's The Ship, because sleep is for the weak, Lifestyle News

Day 1: Shore‑Down Shenanigans

They say the best way to avoid the dreaded “early‑night sloshing” is to eat before you drink. So, after a bit of a hodge‑podge check‑in, my stomach was growling louder than a drumline on the deck. I snatched a bite (or two) and ate it fast—because, honestly, I wasn’t about to let a lazy snack ruin the party.

The First Taste of the Flux

• 6 PM: I hustled through the gate, the line was a mix of sun‑baked faces and neon haze.
• Bonus: The food was probably a culinary rebel—something like a “taco‑pizza” hybrid presented like it was a gourmet affair.
• Result: I devoured it with reckless zeal, turning a simple meal into a joy‑burst spectacle.

What’s the Vibe?

Picture a boat deck covered in glittery stickers and tropical tees, which is exactly what I’d worn to show my festival swagger. From the first shout of a DJ bass line to the sky‑high cheers in the crowd, the ship felt like a floating rave and the sea seemed to amplify the beats.

Three Days, Two Nights of Non‑Stop Fun—And Here’s the Real Deal Behind It’s The Ship

Everyone knows I thrive on parties—if you scroll through my Instagram stories, you’ll see me dancing, laughing, and lighting up the night. That lifestyle lands me at music festivals whenever I can. It’s no surprise that I finally made it aboard It’s The Ship in 2019, a mega event that, according to hype, is the biggest music festival afloat in Asia.

The first time I got on that deck was a mix of surprise and excitement—fine, I said it upfront. “Why not? Any excuse to party is a good excuse.”’

Late Night Flavors & Beats on the High Seas

24‑Hour Food Counter 24/7

A round‑the‑clock buffet tucked on Deck 16 at The Lido serves free food and non‑alcoholic drinks. If you’re craving something more structured, drop down to Deck 8 where a cozy little restaurant spices up the night with a promised set Chinese menu.

9 p.m. – The Party Starter

• A towering ship means you’ll probably walk a lot, but each corner brings something fresh.
• At one point, a Pepsi bar seemed hidden in a lift—just a curious little oasis.
• When I returned less than an hour later, a pop‑up DJ station had blossomed, so the soundtrack was suddenly on point.

Hey, who would’ve thought a snack bar could double as a music booth? Keep your eyes peeled—there’s always a new surprise waiting just around the bend.

11 p.m. – Crown Stage Shines

At Crown Stage on The Ship, the sound & visuals were nothing short of spectacular. For the daredevils, there’s even a pool you can jump into—water fights, anyone? If the deck’s high enough, you can also enjoy a little people‑watching from above. I’d give it a solid 10/10 and totally recommend it.

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Midnight Musings & Breakfast Bonanzas

1:00 a.m. – Time for a disco nap. Why not grab that fluffy, queen‑size bed a short 5‑minute walk from here and do your best “sleep‑on‑the‑high‑note” routine?

1:30 a.m. – I was all set to greet sunrise, but ended up drifting into dreamland before the first golden rays hit the horizon. I told myself it’s fine—as the Chinese proverb goes, “rest hard on Day 1 so you can rock hard on Day 2.” (Just paraphrased for the snags of the plan.)

Day 2: Dawn, DJs & Dazzle

• 9:30 a.m. – The Spice Girls’ “Wannabe” blasted from the PA system. That, or the last night’s Jim Beam, did the trick. The breakfast spread—pancakes, tater tots and a splash of sunshine—was a perfect wake‑up.
• 11:30 a.m. – One of the best parts of “It’s The Ship” is getting close to the acts you love. We’re all on the same ship, after all.

After the Crown Stage shows, a few DJs took photos with fans—and I—after their sets. I wandered into the dining hall and bumped into Alex M.O.R.P.H. The scene was buzzing; the artists were playing arcade challenges and beer‑pong.

Seriously, how often do you get a beer‑pong match with the headliners of a music festival? It’s a hard‑to‑beat combo of music and mischief.

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You think you’ve seen it all? Reality wants to prove you’re wrong.

The whole crew was buzzing to hit up the FYRE Fan Club, the scene that was supposed to eclipse Anything. Fast forward a splash of rain that seemed ready to turn the beach into a full‑blown weather disaster. When I finally rolled into the venue, I was greeted by a tri‑angular disaster tent, mattresses drenched like soggy pancakes, pillows that looked like they’d been fighting a pillow‑fluff war, and a half‑populated duck mascot that looked like it’d been struck by a storm of feathers.
If “wonderful” were a weather warning, this event got the blue alert.

I’m not so serious about taking naps when you’re on a 45‑hour party marathon (who hasn’t, right?) — I respect the rule that at least one nap is mandatory, and I’m a fan of that rule! If anything, I was a ‘marathon nap artist.’

You’d think a full day would have worn me out, but nope. I was famished, trudging through the whale‑venomous lights, and just exploding the midnight energy— because that’s what staying on a cruise means. Pain? No. Yay!

Because it rains in Singapore longer than the last US President, the Sam Feldt pool party was switched to the deck‑7 dining hall. No complaints — the music stayed MP3‑accurate, bright lights still twinkled like LEDs, and the only difference was that people’s dry food was 2 metres from the sound waves I’d been rattling. The bodega’s buffet line? A tasty picnic, you could down a mini‑brunch between the next jam‑set.

The rain had finally cleared, but the water mood was still “crown‑stage.” Shout it out to the major acts like What So Not and Ookay and their studio‑buddly vibes. I had a waterfall of shots, and someone wearing an enormous sombrero had a world of selfies. The photo bank: I pushed a ‘Yoshi’ on my nose (from my deep‑sea‑mirth about that rainforest snack).

Woke up in a bed with second‑hand décor, no idea how I ended up there, but my adorably strong friends had my back. “You’ve got this, not just a cheap upgrade that night.”

With my anemia and exhaustion, the last sunrise took me about 1 hour, so I simply slept the whole time.

My skin after 7 AM was wrecked but I re‑treated myself with Gua‑sha and a masking session— instant glow! The morning shows that my face emerged totally radiant for the next 12 hours!

A quick check‑out is a euphemism for stress removal, if you let us do it for you:

You’re officially done — a big smile, one final dance on the ship, and the memory of a fun party that really did happen!