Unlike many Singaporeans it seems, I'm not a big queuer. No queueing for multiple hours for Hello Kitty or iPhones for me.
So early yesterday morning, when I read that the queue starting at the Padang to pay respect to Mr Lee Kuan Yew had been reduced to 30 minutes, I thought, hey, if Stefanie Sun could do it...
Of course I knew that by the time I got to the Padang, it would probably be longer than 30 minutes, but it shouldn't be too bad.
The moment my wife and I stepped out of City Hall MRT station some time past 2pm yesterday, we saw people joining a long queue outside St Andrew's Cathedral. I assume it had to be The Queue.
It helped that there was a young girl holding up a sign that said "Queue starts here".
It didn't help that she looked a bit frazzled and was relieved to see a bunch of navy guys in uniform behind us.
She quickly went to them and asked, "Are you here to help?"
The navy guys looked confused. "Help what?" one of them asked, although it was pretty obvious to me why she needed help.
"Help manage the queue," said the girl.
The navy guy said, "No, we're here to pay our respects to Lee Kuan Yew."
Those must be the saddest words the girl had ever heard in her life. To say she was crestfallen would be an understatement.
I thought the navy guys might step up and save the damsel in distress by helping the poor girl with The Queue anyway, but I guess they wouldn't know what to do themselves. The crush of people was just overwhelming.
Meanwhile. as she was talking to the navy guys, people who had just arrived were wondering about the sign she was still holding up. Someone asked, "Does The Queue start here?"
No, it didn't. People had already queued up behind the navy guys. The sign was a lie.
After she realised the navy guys weren't the saviours she was hoping for, she left to find the real start of The Queue, I assumed.
Not a very reassuring beginning to my queueing experience, but at least I was now mentally prepared for more queue mismanagement.
I started the digital stopwatch on my iPhone.
The Queue moved in stops and starts. This could be because we had to cross a road and wait for the light to change.
The Queue then went underground into the Esplanade MRT station and back out again.
Along the way, we were offered umbrellas and bottled water by different people. At the Padang, we got cake from BreadTalk (to make up for its earlier faux pas perhaps?).
We were stuck at the Padang for a long time. More than hour in, I considered quitting The Queue. Despite the tents, the afternoon heat was getting to me.
More importantly, I needed to pee very badly. There were no Porta-Pumpers at the Padang.
One happy surprise was I saw an old NS friend, Patrick, there. He was on duty as an SCDF volunteer paramedic.
A former naval diver, Patrick was the guy who went on a rant against Jack Neo's frogmen movie I wrote about in my column last year.
He came to talk to me, but before I could say a single word, he was called away because of a casualty.
I later saw him stretchering a woman to the first aid tent. It was a reminder to keep hydrated. The problem was the more you drink, the more you may need to pee.
Fortunately, after we moved out of the mini tent city at the Padang, a row of Porta-Pumpers awaited. I eventually figured out how to use one.
After relieving myself, I felt like I could go on for a couple more hours in The Queue.
We got to the river and a boat with a picture of LKY went by. How fitting.
From across the river, we heard cheers from the Boat Quay bars. I believe the cheers were for the India-Australia cricket game going on at the time. India eventually lost the World Cup semi-final.
After the Asian Civilisations Museum, we reached a long white tent where a sign said: "Waiting time from this point: 30 minutes." Almost there!
We could see the back of the statue of the other "founding father" of Singapore, Sir Stamford Raffles, under renovation.
A woman in front of me who had been carrying flowers for LKY for over two hours had them unceremoniously taken away.
After seeing piles of umbrellas in the tent, another woman tried to return her umbrella but was refused.
There were a row of scanners on stand-by.
After going through the metal detectors, we left the tent and saw Parliament House. Is that where we were supposed to go? Finally!
I don't think regular folks like us would get to visit Parliament House any other time and hence all the photo-taking.
Put away your cameras, we're going in!
Once we stepped into the air-conditioned Parliament House, the cold was a welcome relief.
We were told to keep moving and I barely got a glimpse of what I queued up three hours for because of all the people. I was almost run over by a guy in a wheelchair.
And before I knew it, I was on my way out.
Outside, there was a queue to get out of the area and another queue of people waiting to go in. I believe the latter was the priority queue.
It seemed to me that with people in wheelchairs, the elderly and parents with small children, the priority queue moved more slowly than the regular queue.
I checked my stopwatch. I had been in The Queue for more than 3 hours and 10 minutes.
That was quite a lot longer than 30 minutes.
I didn't get to do much inside Parliament House with my few seconds before Mr Lee. I didn't even have time to bow and I don't believe in prayer. I actually considered saluting, but my hair was too long.
If I had lingered a little longer in front of the coffin, I felt like I might've burst into tears. So maybe it was a good thing the guy in the wheelchair came along.
I guess in the end, my time in The Queue was my tribute to LKY.
All 190 minutes of it.
I hope the poor girl with the "Queue starts here" sign found someone to rescue her.
EARLIER: Is there a wrong way to pay tribute to Lee Kuan Yew?
Friday, 27 March 2015
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