I hated Singapore.

It's so clean, so nice, so rich.
It reminds me of the worst
parts of America. One big shopping
mall.

I met up with my friend Tim who
distributes 20 Bus around town
for me. Turns out he's 16 years
old and still in high school. I had
to fend for myself til school broke.
I took the bus into town and
marvelled at the pleasant weather
and the agreeable bus system.

I was somewhat successful in
the souvenir department. I found
a Market Street-like tourist shop
with 3 t-shirts for $10, lots of
punny magnets ("Singapore is
a FINE place to live!") and postcards.
I also found a teen girl accessories
shop with all the barettes and
baby clips your heart could desire.
The store was called Aries and it
was tucked inside a larger, underground bookshop called Popular.