uniqlo
Although I think that it is rather ridiculous that Singaporeans will queue for seemingly absolutely anything, I found myself waking up earlier than usual on a Sunday morning to head down to Uniqlo at Tampines 1 and get myself a shirt or two. Lo and behold, when yours truly ascended to the second floor of Singapore's latest shopping paradise, noting that the five storey building still had a "new building" smell to it, to his dismay he saw a twenty-odd strong queue already formed outside Singapore's first outlet of Japan's cult clothing store. Time check: 10.31AM.
An analysis of the citizens of the queue yielded this: middle aged Chinese men and women, and the as expected current secondary school-tertiary institution generation. The former, many of whom looked like they should be forming a line at a temple in Chinatown, seemed content to just join the ever extending human snake, just because there was an ever extending human snake. But in their defence, I did spy an elderly couple, walking out past the teenaged ushers who were crying out "Thank you, please come again!", with a Topman/Topshop shopping bag.
To compensate for the 10 minutes of my life spent waiting in line, half an hour was devoted to flipping through the racks and hangers, dodging store assistants carting restocks of tee shirts and jeans, and making mental montages of the clothes hanging seductively from their racks, each different colour and design looking like the leaves from a tree, watered with ink from the pages of fashion magazines. Nevermind the drove outside, held back only by civility, two boys and a stretchable cloth barrier, one has to make a very informed choice about his clothes you know! Hah!
Total damage: $44.80.
Not bad for a polo shirt and a tee shirt, although I don't think I'll be able to get a good a price as that once the opening sale ends on the 19th of this month.
An analysis of the citizens of the queue yielded this: middle aged Chinese men and women, and the as expected current secondary school-tertiary institution generation. The former, many of whom looked like they should be forming a line at a temple in Chinatown, seemed content to just join the ever extending human snake, just because there was an ever extending human snake. But in their defence, I did spy an elderly couple, walking out past the teenaged ushers who were crying out "Thank you, please come again!", with a Topman/Topshop shopping bag.
To compensate for the 10 minutes of my life spent waiting in line, half an hour was devoted to flipping through the racks and hangers, dodging store assistants carting restocks of tee shirts and jeans, and making mental montages of the clothes hanging seductively from their racks, each different colour and design looking like the leaves from a tree, watered with ink from the pages of fashion magazines. Nevermind the drove outside, held back only by civility, two boys and a stretchable cloth barrier, one has to make a very informed choice about his clothes you know! Hah!
Total damage: $44.80.
Not bad for a polo shirt and a tee shirt, although I don't think I'll be able to get a good a price as that once the opening sale ends on the 19th of this month.