How often were these things occuring??? Lips?!
A Polar bear was born into the tropics. No mean feat, I imagine. He didn't seem too pleased with his lot. My visit didn't seem to provide any solace either. Yes. I do know this. I speak polar bear.
Subcultures a bit thin on the ground. But that's just me, the inner city dweller looking for them. Tattoos amongst youth seem to be discouraged. I spotted a poster asking them to forego ink to instead leave their mark by running a marathon. Clever marketing, eh? Try selling that one to the Fitzroyalty. That's never gonna happen in skinny jeans half way down your ass.
I chanced upon a transvestite amongst the 'jeans west' casual wear population. Most impressive was the stockings, wool suit set, Jackie O glasses and wig she was sporting. In that humidity! Extraordinary.
There are significant Indian and Muslim populations with neighbourhoods to explore and eat in. I stayed in the Islamic hood - wafts of apple tobacco, the call to prayer from the minarets and great food. For awhile, I happily forgot I was in Singapore.
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