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Posted Thursday, December 22, 2011 // 12:27 pm
Oh shut up hoe
Spent yesterday with my homies at MBS. It's technically my first going there on my own. It was so grand, fancy tourist location~ I walk around laughing at tourists who are buying sandwiches and food at those little stall outside the museums and along the Singapore River.
Those stalls are so overpriced. Cheaters.
The Titanic exhibition was amazing, it was so ethereal. I absolutely loved it. Oh the best part was that before you actually physically enter the exhibition, they would give out these boarding pass that has the names of the actual people who boarded the ship a hundred years ago. I was this old bitch called Caroline Lane Lamson, who has a husband named John Murray Brown, and I am just taking the ship back from my sister's funeral in England. My husband weren't even on the ship during the accident, that son of a bitch. So apparently, he just threw me on the ship while he fool about back in the States.
I couldn't find or identify "myself" anywhere in the exhibition, while Ying Hui found a million fact about her alter-ego. Her husband is some rich bastard who made her alter-ego pregnant and hence has to leave his wife, and her husband was lost from the shipwreck.
I was saved. But I'm 59, so I don't think I would have many years left appreciating my luck anyway.
The Titanic has these three classes when they separated the guests onboard. I was in the first class, and so was everyone else. Except for Hui Jun, she's in the third class. She don't get to use as fancy a cup as us. And she can't enter the cabin for reading or smoking like the first class people do. But she gets to eat sirloin steak, so I think that's a luxury already.
The ticket back then to board the ship was insane. The third class has to pay, in current price, $900, and the first class, in current price as well, $42000. I can't imagine that. Paying so much for their own funeral, most of them. Only one third of the people were saved. The rest were either lost or dead. It was tragic.
The artifacts were creepy ass. There were these spoons for the first class people that were made of GOLD. And they have some ship vessels or some sort of ship equipment that they install for the fuck of it. Like that shit doesn't even work, it's just there for show.
Some were real classy though, like the beds that is most probably made of satin sheets and the iconic grand foyer. The interior was magnificent. I honestly felt like I was in the movie at one point and another.
There was this gigantic iceberg just for show and to let us have a feel of the artificial coldness of the actually iceberg. It was so icy but the note there was that the real one would be double of it. The hypothermia the people suffered must be unbearable. I can only imagine.
It was really sad.
Oh yes, there was a guestbook that allows us to pen our thoughts as feedback and there was this madman whose name was Tom, from Singapore and his feedback was "AWESOME!" Written in huge fonts and taking up the six lines they provided for us. So when Sam decides to write, "It was awesome" on her column, taking up only one-sixth of the space, I got witty and asked, "Are you Tom? Can you write more?!" Such a feeble feedback please.
After the exhibition, we went to Cold Rock and chilled for god knows how long. We were just hanging about, taking about hilarious things and playing on each other's phones and I was reading my book. It was a good time wasted. We walked about and took photos. It was funny, I was trying my hardest to isolate Sam. I hope she upload them soon. Otherwise, all my efforts are wasted.
We walked all the way to Esplanade and went into their library. It was so artsy. Me like. I was searching about but I didn't find anything that I understand or am interested in, so we just left and head back, planning what to do on the next outing. Labels: my gross friends |