The Day's Takings, Part 2.

Feeling a fair bit better. You'll be forgiven if you thought that was all I had to say about that affair at Yishun on National Day. Selecting/Resizing and then hosting was about three times the time I thought it would take. Meh.

We resume the recount of events two bloody weeks ago with a badly done Photoshop by yours truly.



Told you he was giving me the finger. Do me a favour and don't look too closely.

Some of the stuff made me wish I had this kind of thing around as a kid. Not that I would have gotten to go, really. But the not-being-able-to-go would build up healthy kid-angst. Which as we all know is essential to growing up a wholesome person.

However wholesome a person I am aside, the kids at the celebrations had it gooood. Look!

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This little girl got to dress up in a chemical defense suit and get smacked with twenty thousand litres of water. Which is...fun, I suppose.



And these little girls got to play soldier! Aren't they seriously adorable in a non-sarcastic way? ...It's sad when you have to clarify yourself when you say things like that.

Of course, if you're male it's all quite different. You'll think it's all very exciting, then hit 18, get conscripted, and wonder just what the hell you were thinking when you were 8.

You also had the option of taking a ride in either the spiffy new Civil-Dee vehicle which really is quite nice, or an Armoured Personnel Carrier from the Army. Refer short paragraph above for comment on the latter. The queue for both was quite insane - you had to wait in line for upwards of 45 minutes to take a spin around the field.



Would have been worth it, I suppose, if only to watch the expressions of OMGWTF on the faces of drivers around you.

Performances aplenty as well, that day. It was about mid afternoon by the time they came out properly - Costumers, fire-breathers and the Singapore Management University Samba Masala Club. It means "Brazilian Drums", if I recall. The way it translates in Singapore would be funny. "Dance Curry". Hee hee. I kill me.



The Samba Masala Club. They were fantastic. I've always liked a good lively beat, and they had TehGroovitude. I shyly approached one of the guys with the fuck-off huge drums for a comment on how they felt about performing there. One. Bloody. Comment.

Of course he has to call the whole team back. Surrounded by pretty women wielding instruments that suddenly looked very ominous, and golden-haired men with large pointy sticks, I suddenly felt very alone.

It went decently, though. I carried myself with aplomb, and found out a fair bit. Then I made a mad dash for it once someone called for them.



These are some of the better costumes. The first pair was a little whacked. My first thought was, "Have I been smoking that shit?" , followed by "Oh wait. I can't get that shit here. So this must be real. Whoa." . The second was nicely surreal, I felt.

Mr Butterfly in the last picture was a huge hit with the crowd for pictures. Can't blame them, really. I mean it's a five-metre long butterfly. Pretty good looking for a butterfly, too. There was almost a queue forming in that open space, with the number of people who wanted a piece of him.



...as opposed to this dude. You're looking at a costume, the top of which was about three metres high. I felt bad for this guy, because

1. His head, for the entire duration of the thing, was smack in the lion's crotch. It was a sort of very long lion-stickman costume, you see. The arms were movable by means of the sticks attached to its arms, and what I didn't get a picture of was the lower half, which had long legs sort of bent over in a squatting position. Right on top of the poor dude.

2. No one wanted to take pictures with him lah. It was a flamboyant costume, but didn't go very well appeal-wise. All you could get if you took the picture was of the legs, anyway. I peeked underneath the lion's buttox and asked him if he was lonely. A little startled at first, he resignedly replied that it was all about the costume. Kept saying it like some kind of mantra, he did. Remarkably, a woman with a kid came over to take a picture right after. One.



Even Peacock-man got more pictures taken than LonelyLion. Peacock man! With the super-power of...making things look very colourful!

...look, it beats the super-power of having it the size of a pea, alright?



These guys were awesome. They were the Fat Brothers from Australia, and you just got to give credit to people who can come up with an idea like that. Got to have a flair for being comic too, and they had it.

I saw them later that night, carrying their packed-up costumes off. I just had to chuckle. The man who invents a weight-loss system that works that well will have it made.



And of course, the pretty women. These were the Mardi Gras dancers on the programme sheet, I think. I actually knew the one in red on the right, in the first picture.
I thought she looked a bit familiar, so I was looking at her intently trying to figure it out. Yes, at her face, way up there. And then she looks over. "Oh, you're from CJ right? I forgot your name!". Bright, chirpy girl. Very cute, too. But do any of them ever remember my name?

They got together, all the costumers, the girls and the Samba Masala Club. The...SM Club played some fantastic music while the rest of them danced. Well ok, the Mardi Gras girls danced. The rest just sort of bobbed happily up and down in time to the music. Hey, you try dancing with a two-metre-wide buttock, or a five metre wingspan.

I had pictures, but they were just too messy. Most turned out a jumble of shapes and colour, due to their odd sizes. Only way to get a good shot was by helicopter, I think.



So I present to you instead, Fabian the Fantastic Flame Fandango!

No, I just made that up. Would have been a good name, though. If he ever sneezes, you run. Fast and far. No, do not ask questions. Just run.



Also featuring, Feena of the Fabulous Fire Finesse!

Well, not really. Made that one up too.

I have this one chance to say it while being entirely descriptive and not at all lewd. This one chance, possibly in my life. And I will say it.

She swallows.

That about concludes it for the afternoon show. Much of my time was spent walking around looking for good pictures to take, and talking to people a little about the whole affair. And running to and from the dollar-per-can drink stall. It was fuck-off hot that day.

I have a bit more to put up from here till the end of the thing at ten in the night. Humongous affair, wasn't it? I've eased off my standards of credibility now. Instead of aiming to put it up in the few days after, or even the week after National Day, I will now be happy if I can get them up within the National Day month.

I'm only half kidding, too.

I leave you now, with a picture that for some reason just brought to mind Harry Potter. Very strange, considering I've never touched any of the books. Ah, the tragedy of pop culture.



Notice the grace and fluidity, of his balls in the air.

Look, we all have to indulge that juvenile humour sometimes, alright? Yeesh.