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Boo boo at Moo Moo Park

Pangzi got all excited when he learnt I was taking him to Moo Moo Park at the new Singapore Chinese Cultural Centre.

“Is that like a theme park? Or a nature park? Or a cow park?” he asked.

“None of the above. Moo Moo Park is actually a carpark,” I explained.

“What? Why are we going to visit a carpark?”

“Well, Moo Moo Park is a special exhibition hall converted from a carpark. It features art installations custom-made for the Year of the Ox, hence moo moo.”

“The installations are in place of where the cars are normally parked?”

“That’s right. No one gets knocked down. And no animals are harmed in the production of the show.”

“But I want to go to a real park! One with rides!”

“It’s a drive-through. You sit in an electric car driven around the carpark to view the exhibition and hear the story.”

“Still doesn’t sound fun. I don’t feel like going.”

“I didn’t say it’s for you. Moo Moo Park touches on the United Nation’s Sustainable Development Goals. I’m visiting for my own research. You just happen to be coming along.”

Moo Moo Park is ongoing till Mar 28, 2021 on one floor of the Singapore Chinese Cultural Centre, which is located behind the Singapore Conference Hall at Tanjong Pagar.

As part of Moo Moo Park, there is also a range of cow-themed paintings that come to life on your mobile phone through Instagram, making use of augmented reality technology.

The Cultural Centre has a permanent exhibition named SINGAPO人 which tracks the evolution of a national identity through the years.

In a way, it’s a litmus test of how Singaporean you are. I guess Pangzi wouldn’t understand much of it, having spent a huge chunk of his childhood overseas.

I let Pangzi roam about for a bit at the permanent exhibition gallery, to learn more about his adopted country. Maybe he could pick up something quickly here.

They were quite tough on social distancing measures, so we were all made to wear gloves to enter.

An RFID-enabled wrist band allowed us to interact with the exhibits, acting like a voting device of sorts. I expected him to be quite lost in all the local jargon.

At the last station, it will be revealed how much of a Singaporean you are based on your interactions.

The results were out. It turned out Pangzi the foreign-born was much more local than me the homegrown. A big boo boo. -___-

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