Today is Chinese New Year. Motivated by a burst of self-improvement energy, and the generally feel-goodness of a long weekend (four days!), I went for a run to East Coast. I am a lucky girl, living reasonably close to the sea (despite constantly wishing I lived closer). The run took 17 min 54 s (including the time spent waiting for traffic lights) from the area after the first overhead bridge to the fitness area before the last overhead bridge.
[Fun fact: cute caucasian guy walking dog smiled at me (?) when I was panting quite pathetically while pacing and waiting for the traffic light. His smile unintentionally motivated me to run the last lap that bit faster. thanks dude.]
Arriving at East Coast, the bright green bushes were vividly alive. Happy families and friends bustled around. I was surprised at the significant lack of red/orange/pink/auspiciously-coloured clothes. Rather, there were lots of greens and blues and blacks. I soon discovered it was due to a lack of Chinese park-goers (I suppose recovering from last night’s reunion dinner, or bainian-ing) relative to the throngs of foreign workers and fellow Singaporeans from other races. It was a new –and pleasant– sight to behold: Singapore without the visible domination of the Chinese demographic majority.
Numerous groups of foreign workers lounged on varying coloured picnic mats. I had never seen the workers outside the context of loud dusty construction sites, whose flying sand particles obscured a quarter of their facial features. I had never seen them enjoying themselves and grinning non-tired smiles.
Throughout the walk I tried to look approachable and friendly. I was weirdly afraid my privileged position as a middle-class Singaporean belonging to the ethnic majority would be intrusive and unwelcome. Some members from my demographic were known to be particularly judgemental and pejorative. On this rare occasion where the typically marginalised foreign workers could feel at home among their friends without feeling judged or out of place or unnecessarily apologetic, I wanted to protect their happiness and not introduce any unease with my presence.
Without exchanging words, sufficing with smiles and the common exhilaration at the surrounding beauty, the workers and I connected in our appreciation of this small island we share, that is Singapore.
Some sights I would have loved to photograph but I had no camera on hand:
- The foreign workers swimming far off into the sea and bobbing up and down with one another. The aesthetic of the caressing waves and their soft warm expressions.
- The foreign workers climbing up and down this rock with a brilliantly green patch of algae; it looked as if he was descending a magical land into the sea. (Somehow I was imagining Laputa from Castle in the Sky).
- The swirls of blue-green-orange-golden-silver-white in the ocean.
- These short lengths of too-rapid waves adjoining the platform that rushed towards the shore at a speed faster than other waves (or were they just more visible from my angle?)
- The beautiful constellations of bubbles when the foamy waves crashed into one another and onto the shore.
- The entire railing hanging with colourful drenched clothes, which were unexpectedly arranged in a somewhat colour-coordinated rainbow order, if you look closely enough. There were denim shorts, graphic tees (one pastel pink shirt had a dog on it), a couple of flannel scarves/towels/cloths (?). (It somehow reminded me of the Chinese legend where seven celestial ladies came to earth to bathe in the springs and hung their clothes in a rainbow.)
- Single dried leaves that seemed magically glued to the railings without being stuck or having any mechanism attaching them to the railings, apart from felicitous wind; the leaves’ gorgeous somersaults in the air when the wind changes direction and tosses them into the air.
- The aesthetic rolling of leaves and their soft rustling against the navy grainy pavement.
- This marvellous giant tent that belonged to a Malay family which looked super comfy and sat self-assuredly amidst the salivating smell of barbecue.
It is interesting how the dynamic of East Coast changes and continues on Chinese New Year. On normal days, the 70% Chinese dominance is perceptible (and perhaps felt a tad too Chinese for my idea of Singapore). On Chinese New Year, that changes. I suppose the foreign workers could relax on Chinese New Year (but not other public holidays like Christmas) because their probabilistically Chinese supervisors/employers are necessarily obliged with Chinese New Year reunions and family visitations.
Nonetheless, the laid-back casual contentment that characterises East Coast remains; and it makes me happy that it is an enjoyment on which we can all join in.