I got on the plane and it didn't crash so now I'm in Singapore

Greetings!  Surprisingly, the flight over was actually really boring, helped along by the fact that I was sitting next to this oldish Kiwi couple who seemed to be really sour, especially the woman, so they did not start talking to me and as I'm pretty sure the other 27 New Zealanders in the world are nicer, I felt no inclination to enter into conversation with them.  Even though I was really tired I didn't really sleep, although I read the Sunday Times and watched The Proposal and Ghosts of Girlfriends Past.  There are two things wrong with this.  One, that neither film is particularly good but I spent three hours on them both, consecutively and probably killed at least 5% of my brain cells in the process and two, even though they're not that good they're the only two things I had any interest in watching on the plane so now I'm screwed for the flight to Sydney unless I can actually sleep, which I won't be able to so instead I'll go slightly crazy.  OK, crazier.

Because I'm so, so good at proportional response, the main occupation of my mind this evening has been the fact that my ankles are horribly swollen and I don't like them one bit.  Never mind that I'm almost on the other side of the world on my own, all that matters is my swollen ankles.  This is because I do not like to look down and see the feet of a matron, which is what currently happens.  I don't even know what to do to bring the swelling down and as I've got a nine hour flight tomorrow night, there's no point trying so instead I'll cry about it.  Silently.  To myself.

As for Singapore, well, it's bloody pschizophrenic.  I took a walk through Little India, down to Orchard Road and thence to Chinatown.  All of these places are entirely different and yet are supposedly all in one city/country and it's just, well, it's just weird.  What's also weird is that there is a Marks and Spencer at the Plaza Singapura.  As, I might add, is a Dorothy Perkins.  If I loved shopping, I think Singapore would be my Mecca.  As it is, I hate shopping, ergo moot point.  Oh, and I'm reminded of just a tiny bit of frustration on my part when at Heathrow: I was looking for a pen and a notepad so off I went to W H Smith for said pen and notepad but apparently W H Smith at Heathrow sells sweets and painkillers and all sorts of sandwich but not pen and paper.  Why do rules of what shops sell change in airports?  Why wasn't W H Smith selling me a pen?  Anyway, so then I thought if I could find a Borders there'd be a Paperchase but again, no.  Apparently, with all the Paul Smith, Hermes, Bally, Agnes B, Gucci, Chanel, Dixons (?!!), Cartier, Mulberry and whatever other stores there were there are completely necessary but not somewhere you can find a pen and piece of paper.  It is OK now, because thanks to Carrefour at Plaza Singapura I have paper and a lot of pens.

The hostel I'm in is alright, especially this free internet - woo! - but given that I have already had a wonderful refreshing shower I know that it provides me with everything I could possibly want at this juncture. Tomorrow, hopefully, the Botanical Gardens and the Harbourfont.  Couldn't go to Night Safari owing to the rain.  I was very disappointed but luckily I have to come back on my way home so at least I already have something to look forward to.