So, gathered in a little pack not far from Suntec City, was a bunch of Singaporean teenagers doing their best to dress as, well, punks. They had the crisp clean leather jackets, tidy blue jeans, sparkling chains, French Connection UK T-shirts, hair gelled into a nice solid wave, standing quietly around not quite at parade rest. It was kind of endearing to wander through a pack of teenagers doing their best to rebel on the weekends, in convenient locations, where they won't be troublesome to anyone and can still get their homework done on time. I don't mean to mock them, really, and I'm glad they're enjoying their teenage years. But the visual effect was like getting a Mirror Universe episode of Fame.
Also I'd wandered down to Merlion Park, hoping to find a stuffed merlion doll for a friend (I could probably run a good little export business in merlion tchochkes if I really wanted). You'd take it for granted you could get merlion dolls at Merlion Park, but, no. Shiny little statues and keychains and T-shirts and stuff, sure, but not dolls. The middle-sized merlion there sits up by the edge of the water, and I tried for a while to catch a picture of the waves crashing into the stairway around the statue that leads into the water, but I just couldn't time it right to get a wave. Too bad.
Trivia: The 10 April 1815 explosion of Mount Tambora, on the Indonesian island of Sumbawa, spewed about twelve cubic miles of ash into the atmosphere. The volcano erupted again in 1819, 1880, and 1967. Source: 365: Your Date with History, W B Marsh and Bruce Carrick.
Currently Reading: Asimov's New Guide to Science, Isaac Asimov.