my room.

so shawne and i were walking back from the cinema after y tu mama tambien last night lamenting our lives and wondering why we weren't at a beach in mexico eating fried fish and swimming in the gorgeous gorgeous water that was a clear turquoise and not the murky grey you find in singapore -- and we were talking about setting up a little bookshop-cafe-movie-screening-place that (my improvisation now) would have lots of plants and sofas and cushions and of course space on the walls for aspiring artists/photographers to display stuff, and place in the cafe for poets and musicians to perform -- i don't know what kind of cafe -- we could do something like the phoenix one which if i remember rightly could be a bar as well -- or is that conflating too many things into one place? and of course somewhere that one can screen lots of indie movies. or maybe a different somewhere. anyhow. i thought -- if i get this down on words, in whatever form -- then maybe it'll happen. :)