Thursday, September 07, 2006

绝对Superstar 2006

That's the thing about not having digital camera or even a camera phone; gonna wait for the photos until the cows come home before I can start blogging anything. wtf man. I am still living in 2G civilian life sia.

I went down to SuperStar audition (no, not me auditioning. And the whole damn world thinks that I am going down for the audition) and lemme tell you: I was atrociously flabbergasted by the disgusting queue. Below is merely a fraction of what the camera could hold within its frame.



The picture was taken during evening and as you can imagine, the scene was much worst during afternoon. The searing sun was killing everyone, more for those without some form of shade/umbrella and literally dehydrated every poor soul standing in the queue. I think the biggest winner were probably 7 Eleven, Macdonald and Mos-burger. Especially cold drinks - a hit product of the day.

Doug and Mich were completely drained; if I didn't went down (talk rubbish, buy some drinks, accompany Mich to rest etc), I think this drudgery queuing would have took away Doug's drive to compete in this competition. Wah rao, should have seen his eyes man - nothing cuts him like how his princess suffered. Hahaha...

One suggestion: they should have implement a no-smoking-within-the-que rule. One lamer, lighted his stick, probably out of stress, and started puffing away. GAWD, I cannot imagine how inconsiderate this fucker was because all the non-smokers within the que were affected by the bad air he is exhaling. I have nothing against smokers, but for the grace of god, this is vocal competition and your fucking throat is paramount to the success of the audition. Should you even decide to screw your throat, at least think about the well-being of your fellow contestants.

Either he take 5 and smoke outside the que or just fucking quit smoking.





And yes, the victory sign - he got through the first round. He's the second guy, in his room, that got in (Gawd, can't imagine how many cmi were there that day. E.g. the inconsiderate smoker).

I guess the girl's week should be even worst; the girls are likely to come even earlier, after witnessing how disgusting the guy's que was.

I wore my Jamaican BapeSta with MiloTee and the whole world is like staring at me. I remembered seeing this plus-size contestant with BapeXKaws Green shirt... wondered if he got in. And of course, some handful were wearing Fape (Fake-Bathing Ape). But the worst was the army jacket from either Revoltage or Rebirth. I could see at least five dudes wearing the same shit; among them was one dude, never did he remove his jacket throughout the que, despite the insane heat. I could see beads of sweat sprouting from his forehead as he came close to me, talking to his friends over the railing. I must say he got fighting spirit, but for the wrong audience - who cares about looking good to people like me when I know you are feeling like shit with that extraneous piece of clothing?

Put on that jacket when you are meeting the judges, not throughout the damn que. People like me ain't going to decide if you are in for the next round - so you can safety remove that facade and be yourself. I can imagine him getting heatstroke, faint and appearing on the news, for the wrong reason.

And the Champion goes to one passing beng; tee, jeans and slippers.

I remembered when I was part of GS, slipper-dudes were immediate failures. 斯凯文 once taught me about the importance of outlook and the respect for competitions. If I am the freaking judge, I wouldn't even be bother to listen to his singing. One may not have to overdress for first audition, but that doesn't mean he is entitled to underdress.

Another funny incident happened; Candy and I were having late lunch at Mosburger and sitting beside us were a group of lians, whom I thought they must be Alfred's fans (Superband - SOUL). They were chatting, damn lianish manner - I was cool about that, though I find them a little irritating. Then suddenly, Alfred appeared from nowhere and walked passed them. One of the lian calls out to him and he came over, looking rather reluctant and hesitated.

Then he was just standing next to us, totally oblivious to our presence. Somehow, it seemed to me that Alfred were talking to them out of obligation. His body language showed it all. He was uncomfortable.

Candy prompted me to call him and so I did. He didn't hear me the first time round (he was listening to IPOD) and I had to raise my voice the second time. The group of lians were looking at me in wondrous amazement when I called him - thinking that I was another fan (or probably Candy) and wants to snatch a 'piece of him' from them.

Completely wtf man.

For goodness sake, he was our dance mate in DA. I am not a fucking fan for anybody, for this overly commercialised 'SUPER' competition. Alfred saw me and instantaneously came over, abandoning the lian-fans, as if a familar face saved his ordeal. I was laughing inside of me and talked to him for a moment before he left to meet his parents for dinner. Then the whole world was staring at me, again.

I hate fans man. They are fucking irritating - like Ang when he asked for my parade state. Zzz.

Anyway, we ended up in Eugene's house for a small gathering cum BBQ and a little beer drinking session at Dale's house while playing Bingo. I thought Dale is probably some gym freak... full stop - din know he is actually musically inclined too. And he does skateboard. Wow, 人不可貌相.

P.S: Ok, something wrong with blogger, can't seemed to load anymore photos up. Will upload once the server is fixed or something. (To read Chinese characters, go to View, Encode to Unicode [UFT-8])

Cheers

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