Continued from 48 Hours of Jet Lag in Singapore, Part I Singapore is a shopping-lovers haven, and if it weren’t for the food, would be my worst nightmare. I seem to have missed out on that female gene that compels the rest of my gender to shop. You could spend days riding the metro from one mall to another, never seeing the light of day, and getting blissfully (or horrifyingly, in my case) lost in store after endless store. From the bus stop, we were supposed to transfer over to the Sentosa Express, which should have been easy enough. But this stop,