Since my first post, I have managed to accomplish next to nothing of any merit whatsoever with the exception of a rare burst of activity late yesterday.
Here's the rundown of what's been going on...

After my arrival, I decided that I neeeded some R&R from my R&R and some overall adjustment time, so I kicked back and let time take its own course.
Singapore proves to be an ideal gateway to Asia, as one can eat in relative comfort and drink the water without fear of total bowel failure. However, it does present a rude awakening to the climate, and it is difficult to find respite from the perpetual pressure of heat and humity which clings to your body like a hot wet blanket. I had forgotten just how hot it does get, though I am fast finding myself reacclimatizing and only need to ignore the constant sweating: no small feat.
That said, I am proud to announce that I have taken to the sudden change in diet with no adverse effects (polite terms for no bad doo-doo). The available selection of cuisine is staggering and most can be had at a range of food stalls for just a few dollars. I've never been particularly shy of the hawkers stalls, but it helps that Singapore has a rigid heatlth control system that governs all aspects of food service. Though I don't know how well it is enforced, the hawkers themselves seem to take sufficient measures to ensure at least my own peace of mind, if not thorough compliance with the code.

I've mainly been sitting around the hostel, shooting the shit with the other residents, knocking back a fair amount of Tiger Beer - which is sold here at the hostel for the lowest price in Singapore, a very good thing given the degree to which booze is taxed here in SG. I mention the beer as a segue to my sleeping conditions: highly frustrating. In order to present a fair interpretation of these conditions, I am working on a theory which will be known as Murphy's Law of Penie-Tetes:

"For a given population, there will always exist sufficient numbers of individuals devoid of common sense and ignorant of proper etiquette whose mannerisms and conduct will present such an affront to their cohabitants that immediate and drastic action will be required to assuage rising murderous intent. Often times this may necessitate the offended party(ies) howling at the moon in parody of a deranged maniac (though similarities abound between the two given the degree of suffering caused by the offending element), or - as is more often the case - the undertaking of a campaign of very stern looks and loud sighs whose combined effect is expected to overwhelm the manifestations of the offending party(ies)".

Where it not for the soporific qualities of a fine lager, I would be prone to the influence of Murphy's Law of Penie-Tetes. As it is though, sufficient consumption of said soporific lager enables me to largely ignore the baser elements amongst my bedfellows, thereby being able to pass a night with only moderate interuption and upset.

That being said, last night I chose to ignore my own very good advice and make to bed without assistance from the malted barley. As such, I am a walking zombie from having waged a remarkably unsuccesful and protracted campaign of stern looks and meaningful grunts.

So, the activities which I had planned for today have lost some of their luster and I am in danger of succumbing to the furtive calls of the sofa, compounded by those of its comrade Senor DVD. However, I am hoping the sheer volume of coffee that I have ingested will enable me to generate the requisite zeal which will launch me upon my tour of the SG Arts scene.

Now I must make for the french press once more, and leave further details for later...