In Continuum.

West Side Tragedy

Finally,the second of the back-to-back outfield nightmare came to an end on Wednesday afternoon.The second outfield was relatively better than the first,considering the fact that the supposed OCs that led us were actually rookies,newbies right out of school or OCS.Basically,they probably knew as much as what the books thought them,or as far as their memories were willing to serve them.We were in supporting role,and these lieutenants were training to be future OCs of companies.So they needed troops to be their chess pieces,and since we were the supposed "best company" we "volunteered" ourselves for the mission.Of course,the word "Mission" was an attempt to make the outfield sound cool,but really it was a mess beyond your imagination.Just imagine a bunch of kindergarten kids trying to run Wall Street for six hours.

Anyway,as a sort of celebration Jonathan(The big one)and i went down to Jurong Point to get some bites on something,and at the same time get back what was stolen from me(Which i shall touch on later).As i was rather short of cash and Jonathan's account constantly under fifty dollars,we decided to head down to McDonald's for a simple meal,which was a rather interesting experience just witnessing the life in the West side of Singapore,something that is radically different from the Central/East where i come from.

Now,from a foreigner's point of view Singaporeans are Singaporeans.There arent much different whether you live in the North,South,East,West,or a can of Sardines with "Made in Singapore" printed all over.The truth is,people from other countries dont see the difference between the type of people that reside in different parts of Singapore.Here's a little breakdown,or rather my own personal observation of things.

I've been living in the East all my life in Singapore.And to tell you the truth i prefer this part of Singapore from any other parts,despite the constant coverage of that damn cloud in Google Earth,blocking my house from the satellite's view.But oh well,all and all it is easy to get around.Town is about twenty minutes away,and that is pretty much everything i need to know around here.It's like the ultimate survival kit,really.With the knowledge of town within twenty minutes of your house you can build a palace in this desolated part of the island.Any,island.Really.

So on Wednesday night as we were munching on our McSpicy and Big Mac,we were just looking around at people(Not just females,mind you),we discovered a sort of...tragedy,you might say,about the people of the West.

You see,for some reason the people of the west seems to be rather...they all look like they are in a certain sort of daze.It's like sometime between their puberty and adulthood they go to this community centre to get their heads whacked by a baseball bat or something.Because they have the worst fashion sense,like ever.Im not saying i am this fascion guru,soon-to-be chief of runway type of person.Because seriously,i wear the most casual clothes out there.But at least i am presentable,and i dont cause a racket in public.In the lines at McDonald's it is not hard to spot Hill Billies,Red-Necks,or the so-called uncivilised population of Singapore.

They are not difficult to spot.A simple singlet,fading jeans and slippers.Their hair were usually dyed about fifteen million years ago,with the roots pure black and the rest a dirty blonde.For the females,old women bra straps hanging out and almost slipping down their shoulders and for the men,bellies hanging out the front of the shorts like water bags.The way they speak is rather easy to spot as well.They usually speak in strange accent,which makes them either chinese workers,chinese tourists,under-educated,or simply retarded.I opt for the last one.

A woman sitting behind us was one of the most pathetic looking woman i have ever seen.She was about 200 kilograms overweight,hair in disarray,sagging on the chair like a rice bag and chewing on her already depleted chicken wing.Hell,she was even having a friendly chat with a janitor at McDonald's.It's okay to be friendly sure,but she clearly were friends with that janitor.Who the hell are friends with janitors at McDonald's?She probably visits there twice a day,with breakfast time spent in bed sleeping the day off.She simply stares into deep space most of the time,and you wonder if something is ever going to pop up in that head of hers.I was on the verge of calling the ambulance,because her ass mightve been stuck on the chair,who knows?

At my eleven o'clock,there was a guy sitting alone eating his stuff.Sure,there is nothing wrong with eating fast food alone,because i do that all the time.But he was sitting facing the glass wall,alone.Now,if that sight didnt look strange to you i wonder what you are going to think when you see a three-eyed transexual.It was just a sad sight i guess,to see somebody eating while facing the wall.It's like being sent to the corner of the classroom to 'review' your mistakes in silence by your teacher.It's rather humiliating isnt it?And the funniest thing,or rather the saddest thing,is that this humiliation was inflicted by himself.

Next,let's not be biased about schools because i am sure there are brilliance everywhere.Neighbourhood or not.But i am speaking about the school uniforms the people in the west are wearing.Now,i have to defend Cedar,despite all the buses they hijacked in my school days,and all the horrors i got from my sister over my lifetime.Cedar truly has one of the best looking uniforms out there in Singapore.I mean,how many schools do you know,that actually has a blue and gray uniform,and actually looking good in it.I always tell my friends that the best part of the uniform are the buttons,but oh well that is besides the point.

A certain secondary school in the west decided to copy the style and do a little 'improvement' on the design.I remember only a couple of months ago while i was out at JP doing some random shopping,i saw a boy wearing that uniform and thought Cedar changed to a mixed school without my knowledge.It turned out that he was a different secondary school,only with badly designed uniforms.Let's face it,that colour combination doesnt look good on boys,and certain not when you are trying to imitate one of the greatest school uniforms around.It's like somebody from Singapore Idol trying to do Sinatra.They might as well fart and be done with it.

So,the conclusion is that it is such a sad thing to be living in the West.True,the Universities are just a few bus stops away and it is not difficult to reach your workplace if you work in Jurong or Tuas.But let's face it,i'd rather live elsewhere than in the West.The west is like this retirement home for the people in the east,and it is sad to see these people disintegrate like that with their age.