Sunday, May 08, 2005
today was poster day! been wanting to do this for like 1000000 years and then some. albeit it didnt go as well as planned, still garnered something to be proud off; 1 poster! whoa damn i should have a counter man. its not as easy as it sounds really, to find a poster that kinda 'connects' with my heart. so it can be related to like a love at first sight kind of thing. accompanied by her and shan, we visited far east for our first stop. alvin's place didnt sell any posters, apart from the macbeth etc kind he gives away. but he directed us to a shop called inokii which is a kind of japanese mushroom i think. its location was uber unassuming - sharing half the unit with a shop selling act jap stuff. but its like heaven and hell really cos they sell posters with dimmu borgir and morbid angel. like wth alvin thinks i listen to this kind of things? but it was a little sick the way they juxtaposed these 2 shops. ok then mr tensai shan decided we visit peace centre because he knows of a shop that sells posters. sounds like a good idea except the shop closed down, probably eons ago. and its kinda bad cos we only found out it shut upon reaching the place. dont mind that. cos there was sunshine plaza 5 minutes away and that place has really really really turned into an anime heaven. lotsa memorabillia. but one thing i really dont get. why do they pin up and flaunt the really good posters themselves and sell us the really cheesy/off color/bad quality kind? is it mockery? stupidity? you be the judge. we then walked to the building opposite prinsep for pool. horrible tables. guess we've been spoilt with too much pool fuzion and pool junction. what you pay is really what you get. and then the tensai suggested we go to meidi-ya (ex daimaru) for some sashimi. and guess what. thats where i found my poster! my pride, my joy. geez really, sometimes in life, you only get what you want when you dont want to get it. then the mrs went home and shan and i proceeded to tour clarke/boat quay to try to reminisce and relieve the good old days when we were 16 and being touted to enter bars where they serve alcohol to underage kids. back then, they always knew we were underage, but they didnt care and we thought we were too smart. its kinda like a compromise. but hey, life's a compromise. you're alive, you pay your taxes. and thats the moral of life. ponder. love you sweetie, always.


sammy says. at 3:46 AM