unique lor!

aww ma gawd. last friday, ju- , echarr, zulu and i went for the opening day for tampines 1 mall after class. and  holy shiznit it was packed, but the main purpose of comin over is checking out what the hype about the new japanese apparel giant uniqlo all about. so, we basically took 32769732045 mrt stops to transport our asses from nafa's bugis mrt to tampines mrt - all because of uniqlo. i could say it was one of the saddest and most singaporean thing i've ever did. but it was all worth it. to describe the new tampines 1 mall is just like saying plaza sing had a new brother.

people having maaay-jor issues entering the mall.

the new urban male sperm is the centre piece. high up there with prominence.

and upon OUR grand arrival to uniqlo, we had to line up lor! its like clubbing but no VIP/members entry. crowd control was so needed. lines were snaking across and along the toilet entry aisle and loops behind the cargo lift section till the emergency staircase exit. quite rabak. but we jumped in anyway. it wasn't long for us, cos some foreigners ahead gave up cutting our lines short. guess they dont have the born-talented perseverence of singaporeans. so upon entering, we were greeted by some young mr. miyagi looking guy handing us their sickly detailed brochure after parting the red velvet ropes (not the tape kind you see below) of the outlet.. 

once inside: 

its like entering matrix man, everything ipod white, the lights shines upon us, then on the side, massive walls decked out with showcased printed tee (i focking love printed tees), racks spruce up with messy clothes like trees the place looks like a t-shirt garden, plethora of colours, i cant go descriptive cos at that time my vocab was limited by the awesomeness. then you could see shoppers do the usual kungfu move that every singaporean have mastered: one hand calm and stationary carrying basket of stuffs or stuffs, and the other hand FURIOUSLY flipping, stretching, searching for the tag and checking other stuff out.  if there is such thing as a sword sale, one armed-swordsman would lose to us if he's there. so we went frantic also, checking shit out one by one, lifting the few remaining neatly folded shirts and throw it back where it is patheticly unfolded. and inside we encountered longer lines for payment and even longer line for the fitting room and longer-er for the ladies fitting room. the shirts are neat. the designs are cool but at the same time not cool. so by my equation being cool and uncool at the same time is cool.

wah lao. this could go on forever. i should save this review/report on history and issues of the arts instead of my first experiences in UNIQLO.

so to cut shit short, all i could say about Uniqlo is that it is: 

1. definitely more awesome than Topshop, because personally i think topshops is overrated, hipster, sexually ambiguous, i think its too brit and indie and the fact that its one of the shops that first introduced the boho-chic concept here. i bet those who dig topshop love using the word 'prick' and 'wanker' alot, love music like that jesus cross album by justice and have usually dull poetry/song lyrics as the primary content of their 'oh-so' eloquent blog of infinite vocabs..

deux. nerdy fashion cool. unlike Topshop, because from its marketing direction, its as if its exclusively for cool peoples. topshop models are clean-cut models wearing fashionably cutting edge and pose complete with the kiam pah face.

while, uniqlo's like geared for the mass public. to give you an idea, kinda like giordano. in fact, its like fusing Giordano with Graniph and Cotton On. 

san. uniqlo's family friendly cos they even have sections for kids too. so basically you could bring along everybody, your mother, your father, your brother, your sister abuela y abuelo. while topman on the other hand target groups are sissy and bratty teens.

so after shopping with echar and ju-ga-ju i got these:

the cock shirt, because i could wear them when i feel cocky.

hokusai. one of ma fave artists.

i dont know how much 2,990 yen is, but it sounds scary big unlike the rupiah.

hoho, mimi would be soo jealous that i got one of these.

 mat caught on camera. see how dangerously high that freakin cap is. and u have no idea how dangerously bright and tight the jeans is.

everytime i see one of them mat rep, it makes me wanna give them a flying:
 straight to tha face.

bape combi-van. fierce, but not as slick as edmund's ride

a japan tour bus. damn, it must be a long ride here. (insert audience booing for bad joke)
 my man at the back with assile. bang bus.

drift van.

nos. and then after that the van wheelie'd and did a planetary burnout around another car doing a burnout around a two hot chics hugging in the middle.

Giant ho.

Catch me, catch me, catch me, come and catch me, I want you now,
I know you can save me, come and save me, I need you now.
I am yours forever, yes, forever, I will follow,
Anywhere in anyway, Never gonna let go.

wah lao, if my surname is Ho, i would like so name my son Jai, can?.


go do your fucking work, Jai Ho.
jiayo.