Friday, March 03, 2006
Art Tart
Finally dragged myself to go to a museum few days ago. Truth be told, I wanted to go the Arts Museum where contemporary arts are exhibited. In a true Rae fashion, I got lost. I couldn’t find that museum. I even asked the Singapore Visitors Centre at Liang Court but she had not the faintest idea where I wanted to go. She asked if it was MICA. I have not a clue what the heck was MICA and I said no. She showed me another map and there was something called The Art House marked near the Parliament House. Aching feet, I decided to go there instead. I later found out MICA stands for Ministry of Information, something starts with C (Culture) and Arts.
Must be one of the times God decided to have a laugh or something like that. The Art House didn’t hold any arts at all, if you don’t count colonial architectural as art. The Art House was the old Parliament, I think. I walked and walked. Oh la la I saw a sign read ‘museum entrance this way’. It was The Asian Civilisations Museum, Empress Place. It is currently holding an exhibition ‘Power Dressing’, featuring 125 silken treasures from the private collection of Chris Hall, ranging from the Warring States period to the Qing Dynasty. After walking aimlessly for almost 2 hours I paid S$8 for a ticket and went inside. I was pretty beat up thus I didn’t really have the energy and concentration to enjoy the first gallery. The museum has a total of 7 galleries altogether. I can hardly remember what’s displayed on the first gallery. I think it was something about Singapore Colonial times. There was a display of ancient opium thingamajig. Then there were old Chinese boats called ‘tongkang’ and ‘tuakow”. And yes, a rubber ducky that won a competition.
Hmm… the second gallery. Oh my god, my memory’s failing me. I can’t remember. I guess it’s due to the fact that it was an impromptu and disorganized visit. And the fact that I have a 6 pm appointment with my buddy, Yong. Kinda cramped, ain’t it? Original dumb-dumb.
The tour ended with a visit to the museum shop, which was managed by the Banyan Tree. It was already 5.30pm by then. Didn’t have much time to browse in the shop. Had an eye on a notebook. It has a rooster motif on the cover but it costs S$15. Hey hey being unemployed has stripped the privilege of spending blindly off yours truly. I settled on two small distinct notepads that were on 50% discount. Haha I’d dare bet $1000 that you wouldn’t be able to guess what makes the notepads so distinct. It was the material that been used to make them. It was ELEPHANT DUNG. ^__^ Ain’t that lovely!
God decided to play a little game with me again. I walked and walked to find a taxi stand. I stopped at a bus stand after a 10-minute walk. Destination: Clarke Quay MRT station. There must be like 10 cabs that I tried to hail but they didn’t stop for me. What the @#%$. Looked a round. Lo and behold! The friggin’ MRT station was just across the street. Never felt so stupid in my life before. And what’s pissing me off was that this exit was nearer to the museums than the exit the MRT customer service personnel recommended. -_________-
Hmm… the second gallery. Oh my god, my memory’s failing me. I can’t remember. I guess it’s due to the fact that it was an impromptu and disorganized visit. And the fact that I have a 6 pm appointment with my buddy, Yong. Kinda cramped, ain’t it? Original dumb-dumb.
The tour ended with a visit to the museum shop, which was managed by the Banyan Tree. It was already 5.30pm by then. Didn’t have much time to browse in the shop. Had an eye on a notebook. It has a rooster motif on the cover but it costs S$15. Hey hey being unemployed has stripped the privilege of spending blindly off yours truly. I settled on two small distinct notepads that were on 50% discount. Haha I’d dare bet $1000 that you wouldn’t be able to guess what makes the notepads so distinct. It was the material that been used to make them. It was ELEPHANT DUNG. ^__^ Ain’t that lovely!
God decided to play a little game with me again. I walked and walked to find a taxi stand. I stopped at a bus stand after a 10-minute walk. Destination: Clarke Quay MRT station. There must be like 10 cabs that I tried to hail but they didn’t stop for me. What the @#%$. Looked a round. Lo and behold! The friggin’ MRT station was just across the street. Never felt so stupid in my life before. And what’s pissing me off was that this exit was nearer to the museums than the exit the MRT customer service personnel recommended. -_________-
Rae wrote @ 14:09
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