As I sit on the patio of a Starbucks, I drink a cold tea and munch on a bagel with cream cheese. I’m surrounded by skyscrapers and I watch White Men walking with their leather briefcases and cellphones. I feel as if I am in Washington DC.
30 minutes ago, I had walked through the Flower Dome and Cloud Forest. This morning I climbed to the top of the world on the Singapore Flyer. 10 minutes from now, I would sit in a metro-car surrounded by Singapore children speaking English that would stop near the Indian Market, a walk away from Arab Street. Tomorrow, I would go to the famous Singapore Zoo. I am a perfect tourist roaming the perfectly planned theme park that is Singapore. If only I was a white dude who golfs or a rich girl who shops at designer stores.
