Thursday, August 26, 2010

Our Next Adventures- Update

I have terrible news to report......
There will be NO koala-hugging during our upcoming Aussie trip. None. Not a hug to spare for a marsupial-loving American girl.

Apparently it is against the law in Victoria for tourists to touch Koalas. So despite a lifetime of looking enviously and longingly at other people's photos hugging the oh-so-cute not-actually-a-bear Koala Bear I will not be updating my facebook profile with an adorable picture of me loving on a cuddly Australian friend.

While the disappointment is palpable, I will survive. My friend B's little sister K. has informed me that Koala hugging opportunities are plentiful where she lives in North-East Oz, so it seems like there will be a repeat trip down under in my future.

So with that, I will leave you with some Koala fun-facts borrowed from the Internet:
  • Koalas are not bears. They are MARSUPIALS, which means that their young are born immature & they develop further in the safety of a pouch.
  • There is a myth that koalas sleep a lot because they ‘get drunk' on gum leaves. Fortunately, this is not correct! Most of their time is spent sleeping because it requires a lot of energy to digest their toxic, fibrous, low-nutrition diet and sleeping is the best way to conserve energy.
  • There are well over 600 varieties of eucalyptus. Koalas eat only some of these. They are very fussy eaters and have strong preferences for different types of gum leaves. Within a particular area, as few as one, and generally no more than two or three species of eucalypti will be regularly browsed (we call these 'primary browse trees') while a variety of other species, including some non-eucalyptus, appear to be browsed occasionally or used for just sitting or sleeping in.
  • Koalas don’t normally need to drink as they get all the moisture they need from the gum leaves. However, they can drink if necessary, such as in times of drought when the leaves may not contain sufficient moisture.
One last complaint....on the Save the Koala website, where these fun facts came from, and where the advocate against koala-touching, there is in fact a picture of someone gleefully hugging a koala. Hypocrisy! Don't tell me its wrong then make it look so right.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Our Next Adventure!


After an unreasonably long break of almost two months sans holiday (gasp!) we are off on a much-much needed vacation. And even better, we are going to Australia! And even better than that, we are going to SKI! So stay tuned for some unbelievably awesome pictures of me hugging koalas and kangarooooos (crossing fingers, crossing fingers) skiing in August and other Aussie activities. 

Here's where we are going!


See you on the flipside!

Just a Month!

And then my MOM is here! 

Cannot wait!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Monday, August 23, 2010

The 5 Month Update and Things I Miss

Not only are we approaching our one year wedding anniversary, we are also hitting our 5-months of surviving Singapore anniversary. When you say "5-months" it doesn't seem like a very long time. But trust me, when it is 5 straight months of living in tropical hell Singapore, every day counts.

Lots has happened in 5 months. We have suffered in corporate housing, found our own apartment, decorated it, bemoaned not having friends, made some friends (finally, yay!), travelled to three different countries (Indonesia, Malaysia and Thailand- but Malaysia should count more than once since we have been there A LOT!), planned some super fabulous future vacations and much more. While Dave disagrees sometimes, I feel pretty settled here. There have been some bumps in the road, and its always tough even just to get the basis all ironed out, but I no longer feel like a tourist, I live here. This doesn't mean I don't occasionally feel the need to yell "I HATE this country" but it happens less and less. We have the big things figured out-we have restaurants we like, grocery stores we prefer to shop in, neat local stores we have discovered, cool neighborhoods to stroll in and we are still exploring and finding new great places all the time. We have met some really nice people in five months too and now that we are more settled, we are finding more time to spend with new friends and hopefully make more friends along the way. All in all, we still really miss home and our friends in the US, but we are hanging in there and trying every day to make the best of it.

And while 5 months doesn't seem that long, it has certainly been long enough that I am REALLY missing some of my creature comforts from the US of A.  Thought I would share my top 10 list of American "things" I most miss:

10) Reduced Fat.... anything. I am often criticized by my none-too-healthy-eating husband, that some of the foods I eat can hardly be considered food, given their high chemical content. And sadly, this is true. I am a human that would eat fat-free anything. Having read all the literature that while it may in fact be fat free, its not super good for you, I have in the past years cut back on my chemically processed foods. But there are still some things that I indulge in with joy. Not in Singapore. They have never heard of the words "reduced-fat" or "fat-free." What this means for me is no fat-free mayo (sad), no fat-free hot dogs (gross- I know, but I love them) and worst of all no baked/fat-free potato chips (devastating- my Subway sandwich experience is not the same with out my FF chips). I am trying to think of this as a good thing- focus on "whole" foods- but there are just some foods that really benefit from a little fat free salad dressing!

9) Pickles. I guess a lot of these are going to be food related. I love dill pickle slices. I think they add a lot to a sandwich, go well chopped up in tuna salad, and make a lovely crispy snack. I have looked high and low for a little jar of pickles to stem my cravings to no luck. Thinking about asking my Mom to bring some...but it seems excessive.

8) Seasons. Its almost fall, right? And before this was summer? And when we got here it was spring? I dont know, its all the same here. To some people, living in constant sunny summer weather might be wonderful. But as a child of Colorado and it's 4 lovely seasons, I am finding myself not only annoyed at the heat but a little temporally disoriented. Sometimes I will catch myself thinking "Oh, we should really start doing X more while the weather is still good..." and then realize if we can do X today, we can do X basically any day. Its more than just the constant weather in Singapore, its hard to know where one should travel in the region because obviously the surrounding countries also don't follow normal seasonal weather shifts. If you want to go to Thailand or Malaysia, you have to know which "season" is the good season for which coast- because not all months are created equal. Its all a lot of effort to keep track of. We are joyfully fleeing the muggy tropics this weekend for some time in the Snow in Aussie and while I cannot tell you how excited I am, I am terrified that our bodies are so used to the constant blazing heat of Sing, we will freeze ourselves right off the mountain.

7) Seamless Web. Oh god, how I miss Seamless. Truly, madly, deeply miss it. For my non-NYC readers (Hi Mom!), seamlessweb.com is a marvelous website in NYC (and other places) where you can effortlessly order from 100000s of restaurants anywhere in the city and have it delivered to your door, usually your office door. It is life changing. The ability to have a different kind of food every night, and good quality food from good quality real restaurants is unbeatable. The dinner process in my office here is so incredibly disappointing after knowing the bounty of goodness that is seamless. The night secretaries send around the same sad, tired, disgusting three menus every night. My options are 1) totally inedible Chinese goop, 2) overpriced mediocre Japanese-ish food from the MRT mall or 3) decent Indian set meals (but how often can you really eat Indian?). And worse, everything in Raffles Place inexplicably closes at 8:00 or 8:30. Which means if you haven't  resigned yourself to the not-so-thrilling offerings of the nightly delivery, you are left to eat McDonald's or nothing at all. It is sad. Gone are the days of ordering delicious healthy salads, or freshly made hummus and whole wheat pita, or gourmet sushi from fine dining establishments... or really anything yummy. It is heart breaking at times, and also doesn't lead to the most healthy eating habits (hello cup-o-noodles.) It is even more troubling when I log in to my Gmail only to find that seamless misses me too, and is trying to entice me to their wears with coupons and special offers. If they only knew the depth of my longing for them.

6) Fahrenheit. And it's other non-metric friends. Having lived in some metric-friendly places before, I have some tricks up my sleeve for living with some metric measures. Such as the good old "double it and add 30" approach to weather. (10 degrees C = ((10x2)+30 = 50 degrees F). Its rough, but it gets the trick done and I now know that anything over 30 degrees C is going to be unpleasant. But sadly, there are not tricks for everything. I try to figure out kilometers by thinking that a 5k race is like 2.5 miles.... but this is fuzzy at best. More confusing is kilograms....I cannot tell you how many times I have picked up the 10kg weight at the gym only to realize that I was in the wrong category. But the WORST is trying to cook in Celsius. All of my recipes are of course in F. So I frequently resort to google to figure out what 350F is in C. But of course its not a normal round number. And of course my oven is not digital and has wide increments on the dial. So I spend a lot of time squatting down in front of the tiny oven making educated guesses about whether the dial looks like its at 190C. It has created some serious cookie-mishaps and I am nervous to try anything more complicated that requires really specific heat. Looking forward to having a digital oven again stateside. It is almost more complicated though to try to use local metric recipes, because of course, all of my measuring cups are in...cups- that's why its called a measuring CUP! So when the instructions call for X grams of butter, I am screwed and back to google to sort out how many cups of something is in X grams.

5) High quality toilet paper. Enough said.

4) Ability to Google anything. I am a child of the google-age. I honestly cannot imagine what I would do in life with out google to tell me things. And in NY there is hardly anything you cannot find via google. Need a yoga studio in flatiron- google will find it for you. Need a pizza place near St. Marks- google is on it. Need a kitchen toys shop- click, click, you're there. Not so much in Singapore. This is partially because businesses here are not quite so savvy about having websites and also because Singapore is a small small place, and the internet is a big big place- so when you google things in Singapore, you often end up with results in the US or other places, which is clearly not that helpful. For example, just this weekend, Dave and I set up dinner with some friends at this pizza place we like near our house. We don't know the name, we just know where it is, and that we like it. Good enough for us, usually. Well the group grew from 3 to 5 to 10, so we needed a reservation and despite many thoughtful google searches could not find a website for this very happening pizza place. Dave was left to the old fashioned method and had to walk down there to make a reservation. Before this, I needed gardening supplies like dirt and pots, nothing exciting, but didn't know where to find it. Google was totally totally useless. It makes life just a little bit more complicated than it needs to be.

3) Good service. Service here in restaurants is appalling. I have several friends who are sticklers for good service and every time I sit down to a meal in Singapore I think about how their heads would literally explode if they were subjected to the poor level of service in Singapore. The list of maladies are too great to enumerate so I will stick to the highlights. The one thing that drives Dave nuts is that when they bring you the bill, they hover directly beside you while you sign your credit card receipt. This would be annoying in normal circumstances- give me some peace to calculate my tip!- but here it is worse, because "service charge" of 10% is usually included in the bill. But you have to check the actual bill to know for sure because some more western-friendly places, leave the tipping up to you, which we appreciate. But this is all exceptionally uncomfortable to do while the service staff is perched on your shoulder watching your every move. Ironically this is the ONLY time the staff will be this attentive. Good luck trying to get a menu and place your order in a busy place and don't hold your breath for a water refill. Another delight (and the last I will moan about) is that they don't believe in bringing out your entrees at the same time, even if it is only two people. So they just bring out whatever dish is ready first- and then you have to wait, sometimes a long time, for the other person's meal. Its ridiculous. And this is not to say that you never get bad service in the US- it happens. But in general, and especially at nice places, there is a standard of service that you can expect. I will relish the good service and polite common-sense behaviors of the US service industry much more when we return.

2) Mexican food. I would kill for a Big City Burrito. I would even kill for Chipotle. I expect to go directly from DIA to Big City Burrito upon arrival in the US, do not pass go, go directly to Burrito bliss. Dave is fully prepared that all we will eat when we are home in CO is Mexican (El Burrito, Big City, Rio, repeat). If he is a good boy I might consider eating steak at the Charcobroiler once or twice too. What passes for Mexican food here is disheartening at best. Its ok, passable for some mushy misguided relative of Mexican food- but in no way stacks up to even the worst mexi-food in the US. I admit to being spoiled by the plethora of amazing Mexican food that is available in Colorado- but even in NY I can find many places to get a burrito to my liking. I was recently at a bar visiting a friend from out-of-town who was in Singapore visiting another friend. The other friend, an Indian Singapore local, was extolling the virtues of "Muchos" Mexican restaurant in Clarke Quay. I believe she may have even used the words "best mexican food ever." I first thought she was joking....hoped she was joking. But she was not (I am still sad for her). And while I tried to bite my tongue, I couldn't resist asking her if she was a crazy person. Don't get me wrong, Muchos is ok. And for Singapore, it might even be slightly-better-than OK- but really, how hard is it to make commercialized margaritas and fajitas? It is classic mass-appeal chain Mexican food- not anything to gush about and it is WAY overpriced. By a lot- even by inflated Singapore standards. Needless to say, she was a little offended at my passing harsh judgment on her favorite purveyor of chicken quesadillas. Luckily for me Singapore does usually have salsa in the stores and slightly stale imported tortilla chips- and since avocados are plentiful- guacamole is always an option. With out these things, I might be lost. I am trying to limit the things I ask my Mom to bring from Colorado to Sing Sing, but HIGH on my list of must-haves are the ingredients for home-made green chili. If they are lucky (and my Mom is feeling generous with her cooking skills) I might even invite our other expat friends over for some mouth-watering Mexican grub.

1) My friends and family, of course. Miss you all lots. Its been tough not having gchat at work to keep up with people and despite my best intentions, I am not always as good about calling as I wish I was. But don't think I am not thinking of everyone in the US! Miss you guys every day. Wish I was around to see the littlest Urband get bigger, wish I could cheer on my no-longer baby cousins in their sporting events; would like to have brunch with my girlfriends in NYC, would love to bum around the house with my Mom, miss taking my Grandma to lunch with her lady-friends, would have liked to attend some good friend's weddings this summer, miss seeing my Skad-friends at 4TS, could use a good night out with the L'ville and LSE team, and the list goes on. When you have friends as good as ours, there is a lot to miss. We cannot wait to see you all again soon. And.... as always, would love to host each and every one of you in Singapore, should your travel schedules permit =)

Saturday, August 21, 2010

YOG- Part 5

OK- last set, I promise!




Olympic flag! Makes it seem pretty real. 

And the Olympic flame, which came allll the way from Athens, arrives to the Float on a massive dragon boat in the harbour. 

Torch bearer running towards the light house. 



And no event is complete with out:


My new friend!


YOG- Part 4

Here are some pictorial highlights of the amazing and wild opening ceremony entertainment!


This was one of my favourite parts- its a bit hard to make out in the pictures, but the stage was partially a shallow reflecting pool and in this part, the Olympic rings are being made in the pool by lights in the water, and people who are splashing in synchronization. 


Entrance of the flag... followed by...

Fireworks of course.

Creepy massive puppet things. Followed by:

Fireworks being shot off the top of the buildings in downtown. Neat. 

The Monster. 

The plastic birds being put to good use. 



Just a little pole dancing. 

This seems normal, right?

Entrance of the scary golden dragon. 

Release of dove balloons. 

YOG- Part 3

OK- I promise at some point in these posts I will actual cover the ceremonies, but there was just so much else going on, and really top-notch people watching.
LOVE these guys. One our walk to locate the ever-so-important souvigner tent and snack bar, we ran into these guys. And if you think I had any shame in pushing past gleeful toddlers to get this picture (hello Christmas card photo!) you would be wrong. 

Back to the people watching, one of my favourite pasttimes- the audience and the participants provided a wealth of good entertainment. Like these guys, the Australian super-fan family:

Not to be out done, of course there was also a USA Super fan in our section:

But the real treat was watching the official delegations come in to sit in the section in front of us. My favourite part of the Opening Ceremonies is the march of the participants, and the one here left a lot to be desired, but I was totally in to watching the delegations come in wearing amazing national dress outfits and other hilarious fashion choices. 

Members of the Marshall Islands delegation.

Not sure where these guys were from, but they mist have been DYING in full slacks, a full dress over their slacks and a wool blazer, in humid 95 degree weather. 

Team Colombia in some pretty cool hats. 

And finally, after much anticipation, it was time for the main show to start. 

And there were the first of MANY fireworks displays- which are pretty spectacular with the crazy Singapore skyline in the background. 
And this was followed by the first of many of our crowd interaction moments where we were asked, and guided by an awkward Chinese pre-teen as our section cheerleader, to make the crowd look cool on tv, participate in the action. I am sincerely hoping that this particular crowd activity looked cooler on the broadcast though:

Like I said, to lead us in to these exceptionally challenging feats of crowd participation, we were skilfully guided by a rhythmically (and one can assume, socially) challenged pre-teen girl. Here is a little video of our dear friend. 


The entrance of the participants was a little bit lack luster. They basically just played some music and the kiddos walked across stage to their seats, no flag parade, no announcement of the countries, nothing. I know this part takes the longest, but its so cool to get to see where everyone is from! They did redeem themselves a little bit by having a parade of just the flags as they announced the participating nations later and we had our chance to cheer wildly for the US of A.

YOG- Part 2

Singapore has been getting prepped for these games in a serious way. And in a city-state as small as Singapore hosting an event as large as an Olympics you can imagine that a good percentage of the population, especially high school and college students, were involved in some aspect of the games. So this sight, the bright purple and orange polo shirt, has become a ubiquitous sight in Singapore of late. This lovely fashion statement is accompanied by the official khaki colored zip-off leg cargo pants and the ever-so-popular YOG official fanny pack. The uniform however does serve its purpose- it is impossible to miss- which I guess is the idea right? Have the officials dressed in an obvious manner to designate their authority.... right, Singaporeans missed out on this concept somewhere along the way. Instead of the uni's being warn exclusively by the relevant official helpers for the given event, half the city of Singapore turns out in these polos. No matter that they are an official helper for the triathlon and have no official capacity at the Opening Ceremonies, they rock their shirts with pride. This resulted in it being nearly impossible to actually get directions or ask questions to anyone because everyone but us was in the purple shirts and yet seemingly no one knew the drill. Oh well- cannot knock their enthusiasm for free shirts for the games. 
 Dave with our goody bags. 
One of the true highlights, and funny parts, of the ceremonies were the goody bags. Now even with my vast experience in watching the games, I had forgotten about the occasional crowd interaction gimmicks and overlooked the fact that there might be some sweet freebies involved! I cannot reiterate enough how much Singaporeans LOVE free things, especially goody bags- its a national obsession. One that in this case warranted extra special procedures to ensure that people were not hoarding bags (given the contents of this bag it is unclear why it would be necessary to have more than one, but no matter). Instead of just passing you a bag on entrance, they gave you a coupon redeemable for a bag, which you then had to exchange for the all important bag at a booth designated for your seating area. This seems like a lot of trouble to go to, but this is Singapore, somethings are inexplicable. Or maybe this is normal procedure for things like this these days, no idea. Regardless, the goody bags were a treasure trove of amazingness!!! It contained the following ridiculously awesome items:

Two flags, one Olympic and one Singapore, with plastic bases for later display. 

One plastic light-up bird toy complete with batteries and flappy wings.

Some thunder sticks, being blown up by David. The two little boys in front of us were HUGE fans of the thunder sticks, HUGE. 
And sort and sundry other things like bottles of water, programs, a bizzare little pastry they named a dragon cake (totally inedible). I can admit that I too like free things- so the bag was well received. The real value in the bag was that we got to the stadium almost three hours before the start of the ceremonies. Why would we do such a crazy thing you ask? Because Singapore is crazy and they didn't to assigned seats for the event. To be fair, it was held at the float, a floating soccer pitch, and the existing stands have colored sections- but not seat numbers. So that is how the ticketing was done- you purchased your seats by colored section but with in the section, it was first-come-first-serve. Luckily we had been in Singapore long enough and are accustomed to the kiasu ways of the land and recognized that if we wanted decent seats we were going to have to harness our inner-Singaporean kiasu spirit and show up at the games super early to defend our territory. So this is exactly what we did, and we ended up with amazing seats. And they were conveniently located next to a very very friendly Chinese woman, decked out in her "official" purple shirt, who not only assisted us in inserting batteries in to our various plastic made-in-china crowd interaction accessories, but also guarded our seats so we could stroll about and take in the sights during our wait time. It turned out that unsurprisingly the no-assigned seat idea was one of the major snafu's of the event because although it was indicated in the tickets that it would be this way, it caught many an unsuspecting foreign visitor off-guard who were left to struggle to find multiple seats together upon their arrival right before the ceremonies. There were more than a few very disgruntled westerners who arrived too late to find (a) good seats and (b) more than two seats side-by-side. I felt their pain, especially because a lot of the foreign visitors to the games were probably there to support a friend or family member who was participating in the games, so they understandably wanted to be able to see their kid walk across the stage, etc. I would guess this was the single biggest logistical goof-up of the event (although the exit strategy must take a close second- more on that later) and while it left some people disappointed and irritated, worse things could have happened.

Luckily, the view from the Float has to be one of the best views of the Sing skyline- so we did get a chance to relax in some decent weather and take in the city sights.






Youth Olympic Games- Part 1


Ok- I can admit it. I like the Olympic games more than most people.From a very young age I loved them, I have always thought they were magical to watch... and while, given my limited athletic prowess, it was fairly certain from an early age that I was never going to be a participant in the games (don't count me out yet- I think I could be good at the skiing and shooting thing or maybe speed walking =)), I have watched every single summer and winter games of my lifetime with rapt attention. And have loooongggggeeed to go to a games. When I was in elementary school, some of my Mom's good friends went to the Barcelona games, and I have forever been jealous. When I was in later Barcelona myself in college, I dragged my poor friend across the city to see the highlights of the Olympic venues. I watched every possible second of the games in Salt Lake, Athens, Turin, Beijing and Vancouver and I have vivid memories of watching Barcelona, Lilihammer Nagano, Sydney and Atlanta in my younger years. In fact I have some dreadful pictures (which will not be posted. ever.) which demonstrate that I was so inspired by the women's gymnastics during the Barcelona games that I temporarily lost my mind and forget that I had been an utter and complete failure in baby-gymnastics and spent endless hours of my 9-year old life at my paternal grandparent's house in Arkansas practicing somersaults and cartwheels which I would ceremoniously end with a hands-over-the-head-chest-stuck out dismount pose, just like the real deal. Luckily for all involved it was a short-lived phase.

This all brings me to the present. Singapore is playing host to the very first Youth Olympic Games and having lived here for the past five months, it would have been nearly impossible to ignore the massive advertising campaign to drum up some interest in the games. And who can resist cuddly cartoon mascots and cheerfully colored propaganda. So I was sold (didn't take much) and thus began our mission to get tickets to the Opening Ceremonies. Luckily, Singaporeans are very enterprising and with little effort we were able to procure tickets via craigslist from a Chinese fellow with a strong sense of capitalism who gladly sold us the tickets he had won in the lottery process for a profit.  God bless the power of the dollar. So a few weeks later  we found ourselves pumped up and headed to the floating stadium at Marina Bay for some baby olympic spirit.

And the opening ceremonies were AWESOME. Really, really great. We were so glad we went, even given the minor annoyances suffered (more on that later). So naturally I took about 100000 pictures, and some of they are cute, and I want to share lots- so please bare with me through a few posts and lots of pictures of the night.
One the way in!



Life changing....

No really. It. is. amazing.