The Audition
There used to be a classic humorous story about a kid asking his parents how a "war" starts, and the parents starting to explain with heaps of disagreement and conflicting opinions, leading to a quarrel and their kid shouting, "Ok I know what's it about now!" What I wanna say now is that I understand where that story comes from.
I...
Alright, there is already a mountain of people who are wondering why is my blog particularly concerned about family-related issues. So I'm not going to start again. There is only so much one can say without repeating oneself.
I was going to talk about the audition for Absolute SuperStar ("absolute" being translated from English - I've always wondered why do they truncate the word in the English version of the title [which, according to MC, is apparently so original that Malaysian TV has paid for copyright to produce similar shows]).
At the Toa Payoh HDB HUB, a huge oval space next to the bus interchange, the audition for females was held yesterday. And my! That was a lot of females! Pretty ones too. My parents and I got down at 11am, for their propensity to take advantage of the gratuitous Clementi-Turf City-Toa Payoh route. We had reached an agreement that if the queue number exceeded 120 we'd just quit the place. So that leaves about 1E-18 % chance that I'm going to make the audition without wasting the whole day lining up. My dad was of the opinion that the number'd hit 3000. And when we got there, lo and behold - it was twice that, and more!
The oval fenced up around 500 girls. At the back of the oval was the registration desk and the trademark turquoise background of the contest, against which contestants will have to pose and take pictures before getting into the coop. Even beyond that, the lines started proper. In the direction along the shops of the Toa Payoh neighbourhood mall, two long lines composing of female with and without assigned queue numbers respectively stood long underneath the sweltering heat, their heavily painted face shiny with sweat, their umbrella tops a uniform colour of silver. There were groups that dressed fashionably and chattered; there were plainer, bespectacled girls who stood singly, poker-faced. The great art of stereotyping teaches us that the latter might sing better since they have less looks to count upon. Thirty contestants at a time were called forward to get the next stage of wait, so the lines shuffled forward at periods.
Since I've filled out the form and printed 4R photos of myself, my mum was insisting that I went through with it even though the line was despairingly unmoving. Fortunately her option was overridden by the more sensible and more exigeant alternative of shopping at Orchard. So that was what we did for the rest of the day. Apart from getting sore ankles from walking on high heels it was a fine day with no quarrels or disappointments. Until later today when... Well I won't go into that.
I...
Alright, there is already a mountain of people who are wondering why is my blog particularly concerned about family-related issues. So I'm not going to start again. There is only so much one can say without repeating oneself.
I was going to talk about the audition for Absolute SuperStar ("absolute" being translated from English - I've always wondered why do they truncate the word in the English version of the title [which, according to MC, is apparently so original that Malaysian TV has paid for copyright to produce similar shows]).
At the Toa Payoh HDB HUB, a huge oval space next to the bus interchange, the audition for females was held yesterday. And my! That was a lot of females! Pretty ones too. My parents and I got down at 11am, for their propensity to take advantage of the gratuitous Clementi-Turf City-Toa Payoh route. We had reached an agreement that if the queue number exceeded 120 we'd just quit the place. So that leaves about 1E-18 % chance that I'm going to make the audition without wasting the whole day lining up. My dad was of the opinion that the number'd hit 3000. And when we got there, lo and behold - it was twice that, and more!
The oval fenced up around 500 girls. At the back of the oval was the registration desk and the trademark turquoise background of the contest, against which contestants will have to pose and take pictures before getting into the coop. Even beyond that, the lines started proper. In the direction along the shops of the Toa Payoh neighbourhood mall, two long lines composing of female with and without assigned queue numbers respectively stood long underneath the sweltering heat, their heavily painted face shiny with sweat, their umbrella tops a uniform colour of silver. There were groups that dressed fashionably and chattered; there were plainer, bespectacled girls who stood singly, poker-faced. The great art of stereotyping teaches us that the latter might sing better since they have less looks to count upon. Thirty contestants at a time were called forward to get the next stage of wait, so the lines shuffled forward at periods.
Since I've filled out the form and printed 4R photos of myself, my mum was insisting that I went through with it even though the line was despairingly unmoving. Fortunately her option was overridden by the more sensible and more exigeant alternative of shopping at Orchard. So that was what we did for the rest of the day. Apart from getting sore ankles from walking on high heels it was a fine day with no quarrels or disappointments. Until later today when... Well I won't go into that.
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