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I'm sitting at MacDonalds Clementi blogging.. waiting for my parents to finish their dinner at the hawker centre..
One of the things I see is that Macs really attracts all kinds of people.
There's a man sitting at the same table as me. He's got a tattoo on his right wrist and a pack of cigarettes in the pocket of his loose polo-tee. Hair's a bit golden. He chomps on his burger and his fries, almost as if he's eating char kway teow. Looks a bit like a renovation worker to me.
There's two people on my left. One has been waiting for the other one, and the 2nd guy has just arrived.They start off by comparing jobs, and greet each other with a couple of f-words. 'My job arh.. it's f---ed up la'. They both sound like graduates. Now one is telling the other his job routine.
Corporate executives talk and sms on their pda-phones or look through their schedule for tomorrow.
Aunties who are working part time now are clearing trays and taking orders. I hear a myriad of English, Mandarin and Hokkien.
A bunch of school kids are on my left playing teenage games and screaming and shouting. One of their handphones got thrown onto the floor by accident in a frenzy. Oh it was a pretty expensive one, and while in the past we'd be pretty irritated if our phones got smashed on the floor, this guy didn't seem to be fazed at all. We certainly have become a society used to our wealth, haven't we?
Macs has really become a microcosm of our society. We see everyone and anyone here. I spot insurance agents too. Food here is as unintrusive as it gets. A cheeseburger and a pack of fries and a coke. Not much to choose. But at least the food never goes wrong, and we always know what it's gonna taste like every single time. Nope, no intrusive music either, for that would drive away certain client groups. For example, if they blasted 98.7FM, my parent would be the last to step into Macs. The aircon isn't too hot nor too cold, and the toilets are always accessible. Not to mention there are people who freeload on the internet connection (like me).
Here, we can observe how the people of Singapore live: their language, their lives, how they interact with each other. Here we can see how parents discipline their kids, and how their kids respond. We can see the incredible dependence on technology we have. (Heck, there's wi-fi in macs and the younger workers take orders on PDAs which then send the data back to the kitchen via the wireless network.)We can see the people who ride on the popularity of MacDonalds. Outside Clementi macs, there is 1 curry puff shop, 1 mee chiam kueh shop, 1 nasi lemak stall, 1 bubble tea shop and 1 SweetTalk shop that sells traditional desserts like ice-kachang and chendol in bubble tea cups.
Wowee.
One of the things I see is that Macs really attracts all kinds of people.
There's a man sitting at the same table as me. He's got a tattoo on his right wrist and a pack of cigarettes in the pocket of his loose polo-tee. Hair's a bit golden. He chomps on his burger and his fries, almost as if he's eating char kway teow. Looks a bit like a renovation worker to me.
There's two people on my left. One has been waiting for the other one, and the 2nd guy has just arrived.They start off by comparing jobs, and greet each other with a couple of f-words. 'My job arh.. it's f---ed up la'. They both sound like graduates. Now one is telling the other his job routine.
Corporate executives talk and sms on their pda-phones or look through their schedule for tomorrow.
Aunties who are working part time now are clearing trays and taking orders. I hear a myriad of English, Mandarin and Hokkien.
A bunch of school kids are on my left playing teenage games and screaming and shouting. One of their handphones got thrown onto the floor by accident in a frenzy. Oh it was a pretty expensive one, and while in the past we'd be pretty irritated if our phones got smashed on the floor, this guy didn't seem to be fazed at all. We certainly have become a society used to our wealth, haven't we?
Macs has really become a microcosm of our society. We see everyone and anyone here. I spot insurance agents too. Food here is as unintrusive as it gets. A cheeseburger and a pack of fries and a coke. Not much to choose. But at least the food never goes wrong, and we always know what it's gonna taste like every single time. Nope, no intrusive music either, for that would drive away certain client groups. For example, if they blasted 98.7FM, my parent would be the last to step into Macs. The aircon isn't too hot nor too cold, and the toilets are always accessible. Not to mention there are people who freeload on the internet connection (like me).
Here, we can observe how the people of Singapore live: their language, their lives, how they interact with each other. Here we can see how parents discipline their kids, and how their kids respond. We can see the incredible dependence on technology we have. (Heck, there's wi-fi in macs and the younger workers take orders on PDAs which then send the data back to the kitchen via the wireless network.)We can see the people who ride on the popularity of MacDonalds. Outside Clementi macs, there is 1 curry puff shop, 1 mee chiam kueh shop, 1 nasi lemak stall, 1 bubble tea shop and 1 SweetTalk shop that sells traditional desserts like ice-kachang and chendol in bubble tea cups.
Wowee.
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