[update: JT rescanned the negatives and i love them!]

four thousand geeks, an internet meme as old as time itself and game OSTs

i watched the most amazing song in the world. my next life goal is to watch yasunori mitsuda perform it.

“what’s that on your bag? that’s so cute!”

“oh, this? it’s a- pokeball.”

sip. sip. sipping 8 different kinds of beer at brewarkz.

“what the hell? this isn’t wine-tasting!”

gulp. gulp. gulping 8 different kinds of beer at brewarkz.

lc-a+; moleskine; artline; <3

golly gee willickers, it’s indie street.

the address defines its price range in singapore dollars

carefully-planned, accidentally-bohemian chic. a contradiction i don’t mind.

all the while as i snapped away, i psycho’ed myself with thoughts that they might just open their eyes and turn around

by bye, singapore. see you soon.

myth 1: no one litters in singapore

for arguements sake, you could easily say that my hotel wasn’t located in the classiest area in singapore, and you could also say that it’s still cleaner than the bag of filth that is kuala lumpur. but it’s not eat-off-the-streets clean like all the myths i’ve heard. bangkok > singapore > malaysia

myth 2: people queue up in singapore

these aren’t exactly tokidokis so use your imagination.

despite the omnipresent phua chu kang decals in the MRT telling you to “Don’t play play” and stand aside for the alighting passengers. no one gave a shit. they shove like the best of ‘em and ignore people frantically trying to get off. plus some stupid bitch stepped on my tokidokis. /burn

myth 3: there is no chewing gum in singapore

then can someone please explain why (after stealing a handful of random maps from the visitors centre)  i was attacked by a long trailing strand of used gum, one end firmly attached a traffic divider, the other end floating merrily in the afternoon breeze? ew.

myth 4: in singapore, you can only smoke in designated yellow boxes

i spent half a day snapping and growling at everyone who dared come within 5 feet of my nicotine-free person. why? because i never saw a blinkin’ yellow smoker’s box and i didn’t dare have my morning cig. or my post-breakfast cig. or my pre-train cig. or my post-train/pre-walk cig. and then i spotted a smoker and it was like some holy revelation, and in the back of my head a voice proclaimed “be healed!” and suddenly i was surrounded by a cloud of tar/nicotine-imbibing freaks who welcomed me while singing “kumbaya”. i would have taken more smokers’ photos but dying at the hands of a small dyke just didn’t appeal to me.

myth 5: food in singapore sucks

eminent frog frog porridge and seafood (you just can’t make this shit up)

food at the first coffee shop we arbitrarily picked was kinda bland, and i pounced on this perceived admission of failure. ALL THE FOOD HERE MUST SUCK. but then the 1am munchies hit us and led us to geylang lorong 19. supper was a S$40 affair with hot plate o chien, porridge and kung pao tin kai. can we all agree that sounds as awesome as it tasted?

then, my itchy butt led us to indulgz (just because my favourite guilty pleasure blogger reviewed it). i guess if i were earning singapore dollars it’d be affordable. but damnit, i’m not. still, the tomato soup was yummy (so was the sea bass).

have some other photos of the very indie haji lane, but guess that can wait for another day. excuse me while i fondle my new skull candy low riders to sleep.