Perched on a collection of rocks amidst the hostile winds and seas of the South China Sea, Macao may seem like a morose land with a grey skyline. Without fertile agricultural land, it had to depend on other source of economical dependence.
What other way to make money than to deal with money itself, like use money to beget money, like gambling. Hey wait, the Jesuit forefathers who set sail to spread the good word of the God, established this land of the foundation of Godliness, gambling being one of the cardinal sins.
The sin would be halved if all the remnants of the ruins are conserved and shown to the world to lure heritage status and to lure divine help needing tourists from whom we will suck their money. Not to forget our pre-Portuguese seafaring ancestors and Ah-Ma temple with the sea protecting goddess. The mysticism just makes Macao more mysterious. Even its name was erroneously derived when the visitors landed at the local Fujian tribes were seen pacifying their newborns (probably after seeing the hirsute large white apparitions alighting the vessels) saying 'Mah Hau' 'Mah Hau' which later became Macao to the tone deaf sea faring drunken sailors!
Realising the need to make money, Macaoans lure their guests with aesthetics. Filling the city with lots of eyes pleasing blooming flowers all year round with high maintenance culture and a typical communist era infused discipline and artistry, the city is clean, modern and spick and span. Workers are seen wiping single leaf on the landscaping area to make it appeasing to the eyes of the beholder. Everything seem to be working like clock work, making the need for technicians to hang around redundant, all works on auto pilot.
Tourists come here to live their dream, to relax. Others live in a dream,building sand castles in the air, gamblers come to City of Dreams Casino hoping to hit their first million bucks just to go awoken back to reality to live back in their usual nightmare...
What other way to make money than to deal with money itself, like use money to beget money, like gambling. Hey wait, the Jesuit forefathers who set sail to spread the good word of the God, established this land of the foundation of Godliness, gambling being one of the cardinal sins.
The sin would be halved if all the remnants of the ruins are conserved and shown to the world to lure heritage status and to lure divine help needing tourists from whom we will suck their money. Not to forget our pre-Portuguese seafaring ancestors and Ah-Ma temple with the sea protecting goddess. The mysticism just makes Macao more mysterious. Even its name was erroneously derived when the visitors landed at the local Fujian tribes were seen pacifying their newborns (probably after seeing the hirsute large white apparitions alighting the vessels) saying 'Mah Hau' 'Mah Hau' which later became Macao to the tone deaf sea faring drunken sailors!
Realising the need to make money, Macaoans lure their guests with aesthetics. Filling the city with lots of eyes pleasing blooming flowers all year round with high maintenance culture and a typical communist era infused discipline and artistry, the city is clean, modern and spick and span. Workers are seen wiping single leaf on the landscaping area to make it appeasing to the eyes of the beholder. Everything seem to be working like clock work, making the need for technicians to hang around redundant, all works on auto pilot.Tourists come here to live their dream, to relax. Others live in a dream,building sand castles in the air, gamblers come to City of Dreams Casino hoping to hit their first million bucks just to go awoken back to reality to live back in their usual nightmare...
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