Yo Yo YO! Dawgs!
Yup, its been a few days after the singapore idol crap.
Here's a summary of what happened...
"Damn i'm gonna be late.." Roland burst through the doors of his company, sweat dripping from his brow. He heard from the news that a line had already been formed at Suntec, with hundreds of hopefuls practicing their songs. He ran downstairs to flag a cab. Fortunately for him, he had two friends checked into the Pan Pacific hotel. So the plan was to rendevous with them at the hotel, place there stuff there, practice for let's say, 2 hours, have a short nap and proceed to join the queue, around 5.
When they reached the area, it had started to drizzle minute drops of pain. "Oh no, when i wished that it would rain, i didn't expect us to get drenched as well!" Roland exclaimed. The rain poured mercilessly down on all the contestants. It was so cold, so damp, their clothes were soaked to the skin as the umbrellas provided little coverage. As the minutes passed, the rain became torrentual. THe winds howled and the rain poured on them like a waterfall over a cliff. Everyone rushed to take cover inside Suntec. the whole floor was flooded with rain water. It was a scene of chaos and destruction... the destruction of their umbrellas. They waited impatiently for the rain to dwindle down. Until 6 a.m, the queue had begun again. The contestants were oblivious to the slight drizzle coming down upon them.
Roland and friends rushed out to join the queue, afraid that if they did not, they would lose their chances to audition.They arms were sore from carrying their heavy bags, their clothes drenched to the core, their feet waddling in rain water. Didn't the organizers have a wet weather program? They waited and waited.. till it was 0845 a.m. All of the contestants were still in the queue, and it continued to rain.
Around that time, the contestants were given an chance to enter the "blessed" Suntec building. Their storage bags were bursting at the seams. All of them were begging to be led into the building but only those with the priceless stickers were granted entrance. Cursing and swearing could be heard under breathes. Until it reached 10 a.m were Roland and friends allowed to enter the building. Yes it was a relief to leave the cold open grounds, but they did not expect to face the cold dry air of the Suntec air-con. goose bumps appeared out of nowhere, and the storage bags were almost leaking. They were led to the 6th floor where the contest forms and pictures were required for registration. With aching shoulders, tired backs, and cold clammy hands, they took out their forms. Not surprisingly, the forms were rather soaked in rain water, with ink blogs all over the place. Some had their pictures torn from the forms because of the rain soaked bags.
