Tell Me What Does One Make Of These?

A Friday Night Gambling Den
Look what I stumbled upon!

A gambling den on a Friday night which happens to be a local horse racing day.

What I didn't know was that this has been going for years! All the while I thought that the races and bettings were confined to only the turf club. Apparently all the Singapore Pool outlets serve as betting centres, some 20 of them even serving as dedicated horse racing results' centres.

Old men in droves gather to bet and wait out the results. The rough and tumble sort who speak only dialects.

I picked up no less than 4 different kinda betting slips, some with different kinda betting types ranging from doubles to triple trios. It is laughable that TRO actually means TRIO, a legend just short of a letter and WIN means WIN.

It doesn't help that nearby, the very old low-rises house many darker-skinned foreign workers and even the night shift staff at the petrol kiosks were Indians.

What a sleazy place!

Human Traffickers
I ran into a Nepalese who worked, then studied here. He wasn't the only dude who told me that human smuggling is kinda rampant here. The kind of aliens that get smuggled in here to work.

While I was holidaying in Japan and staying at the guesthouse many years back, an Indian guest there (the rough and tumble sort again) told me a similar tale. In fact, he claimed to be the SMUGGLER and apparently has done it MANY, MANY, MANY times.

A Foreign Sunday And Of Unsavoury Characters
First there was this huge gathering of the Filipinas, plus some Filipinos and other darker-skinned nationals, at Lucky Plaza. Not only do they obstruct traffic, they were loud and boisterous.

In fact, one Filipina went as far as pushing away my carrier perched on the bench so she could plonk herself down to sit and chatter away with her "gang" at the foodmall. When it was time I leave, I had to tug at my carrier straps so hard because she was actually sitting on them.

The bitch whore!

Over at Peninsula Shopping Centre, large communities of Mynmarese congregate, plus a couple of other types.

At the corner round the next few blocks, right above the men's club and all round it, Chinese Nationals were actually living in them. Mostly men but enough women. Creating a din with their usual loud voices.

On the bus back home, passengers were Indians or Banglas plus a couple of other kinds. They were talking loudly into their handsets in their native tongues.

And gays are criminals in their own homelands and get picked on?