Chingay Rocks. Gaudy, loud, chaotic, blinding but very very fun.
We had official tags with our faces on it - Clare, Minfy and I. And created our own jobscope which included handing out birdpoop-stained ponchos to the public and attempting to plaster brilliant smiles on our washed-out faces.
I remember talks about unwanted bodies in plastic bags and Luckies and Menthol Lights. Laughing at star-gazers. And tumbling exposing dancers. Some looked like dogs, humping poles.
They got lost in an ecstacy of confetti and bubbles, and chaotic lights and loud muzik.
I imagine her with a box over her head with music playing and paper flying. And smiling serenely.
I would do it all over again if you asked me to.
2:29:00 pm
