Mum: Son, where are you now?
Son: I on Orchard
Mum: What are you doing there?
Son: Watching movie.
Mum: What movie did you watch?
Son: I-on Man.
Mum: Have you ironed your clothes?
Son: Yes I i-on already.
So the four of us – Ronghan, Thow, Miaohui and myself – are supposed to watch ‘Public Enemy’ but discover that it is difficult to get seats for the 6-plus-pm shows; the next shows take place at 9pm and that is a little too late for us because, by the time it finishes, we would all be running for the train. Or we might run and then miss it. And then we would have to cab home. You might probably suggest, ‘Take the Nightrider!’ Unfortunately meritocracy is not in the vocabulary of the bus companies and you don’t get twilight bus services to your area if it happens that, for one, SMRT (the company that operates the Nightrider) does not dispatch any of their buses to these areas in the first place. That includes areas where SBS Transit – the other major player in the provision of public bus services – dominates the supply of rail and bus services to your area.
Enough about trains and buses; anyway I shall finish the backdrop as to how we come to end up on Orchard Road and later Ion Orchard – wait, we are ON Orchard anyway. What I-ONIC-sense is this?
Right, to summarise once more before we move on properly: we are supposed to watch a movie entitled ‘Public Enemy’ but the cinema halls are not big enough to accommodate another four of us, so we decide to simply hang around and talk. (And I just realise this is a new chapter in the narration. Moving on…)
So we decide to check out the newly-opened Ion Orchard. Yes, the much-hyped Ion Orchard on Orchard Road.
Goodness, that place is like a clone of Palais Renaissance, which stands a little further up Orchard Road, next to the Thai Embassy. Enter the ground floor and you are greeted by shops with names that would put your tongue to shame in an oral examination. Seriously we could have a competition whereby the contestants would prattle off the names of shops found in Ion Orchard.
One of our observations tells us that this is the epitome of window-shopping. The reason being: the passageways are crowded but the stores are starkly empty…
We decide to check out the basement. There’s an express escalator that brings you all the way down to the lowest of the basement floors. As we descend through the underground atrium, we get a glimpse of the shops. Aahh, greater familiarity – shops we actually know whose names are pronounceable!
This building has become a metaphor of class: lower class on the lower levels; upper class bling-blings on the upper levels.
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Joker who spends his free time milling around NUS pretending to be a student...