Saturday, August 21, 2010

Home Sweet Home

And no, I do not mean our apartment.


I have realized that before a few weekends ago I had never really bothered to take pictures of Raffles Place. I guess its totally normal not to take pictures of the place you work day-in and day-out- I am pretty familiar with what it looks like. But as I "patiently" waited for my husband to exit his office on a recent Saturday afternoon, I decided that Raffles really isn't so bad (this is probably because I was not the one who was in the office on the weekend and was experiencing some sort of temporary good-workout-related delusion euphoria) and thought I would send some pics of the C.B.D.


So this is Raffles Place. Its basically one large pedestrian plaza rimmed by massive office buildings. What is cool about it is not only that traffic is diverted around the plaza but that each building typically has their own mini mall in the ground floors and basements, which, although a wee bit depressing, makes it all together possible to never have to leave. Also, there is a whole subterranean world under the plaza that connects each building (and their mini-malls to the MRT). I can make it to my office from the MRT and from my office to most of my favorite lunch spots with out ever having to go outside, which is convenient given the monsoonish weather we have been having recently. 

Those are some tall buildings. 

Dave's office building in the background. 

My office building, second back on the left. Its quite drab and ugly, so no further pictures are warranted. "They" say we will be moving in to a brand new building in the new year and leaving the 1970s behind us, but I am not holding my breath. At least its in a good location.....

The palm trees are a nice touch. Singapore is nothing if not lush. 
My gym is on the 14th floor of the lovely tall building behind the tree. Is it weird that there is a three story gym in the middle of an office building? Not in Singapore. It was originally a bit uncomfortable to be riding the elevator in the morning in my grubby gym clothes with people going to work dressed like normal adults, but I am over it. 

View of the Sands from Raffles. I cannot help it, I love the spaceship! 

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Tee Time

It is hard to believe that we have been here for over FOUR MONTHS so far. Sometimes it feels like we have been here forever and sometimes it is hard to believe we didn't just step off the plane yesterday. Every week we feel more and more settled and have finally established a somewhat normal routine (as much a an erratic work schedule permits) and are feeling ready to pick up some of our favorite activities again. For me it has been hiring a wonderful personal trainer- who kicks my butt three times a week. Dave found a baseball team that seemed like it would be great- but hasn't been meeting on a regular basis and meets almost in Malaysia- making for a long trip on a Sunday morning. S the search for a Dave-friendly recreational activity goes on... and we may have found a winner. 

People love golf here. Love it. Golf stores everywhere. Golf courses everywhere. But almost all of them are private or are sooooo far away from downtown- which is difficult for the non-car owning expats. So it was after much scouting and a little googling that we found a lovely little public course- with a driving range- right down town!

Unfortunately for Dave, I am not a stellar golfer. This is no surprise given my exceptionally limited ability for sports generally. Hand-eye contact is not one of my strengths. My poor Grandmother- a very talented golfer- did her best and spent good money to put me in golf lessons- but I am sure it was clear from an early age that I was not headed to the WPGA. Luckily for Dave, I am very good natured about my utter lack of skill and make for decent company at the driving range. So to the driving range we went. 


I didn't realize it was necessary to wear golf shoes at the range on the little mat of plastic grass- but apparently it is a critical step in the process =)

10 dollars worth of range balls later- we were in business. 
Believe it or not- I actually made contact with this one. Note the extreme tuck of the chin to chest- which seems to be the only manner in which I can remember to keep my head down. Its not pretty- but it gets the job done.

And ladies and gentlemen, be impressed, because I think this one made it about 75 whole yards. That's right. I wailed on that ball. =) 



And of course, there is no better way to end a vigorous range session than with an ice cold brew at the bar. 

Pretty good view of downtown. Think we will be coming back here... often. 



Happy Birthday Singapore: Part II

So what do good expats do to celebrate the birthday of their current residence? Have a good old classic German/American/Singaporean BBQ with friends of course. All nationalistic events are best experienced with cold beer and flame grilled meat. Luckily our condo building comes complete with fancy bbq pits perfect for multi-cultural gatherings of friends.
The BBQ area through the trees (from the top of the playground of course)

Never too old for the slide. 

Our very fancy set up. 

Our friends and resident sailing instructors, Nora and Bjorn, reserved the BBQ area and organized the fun. We contributed our good American easy-light charcoal (which was quite the effort to find by the way), some sausages and some classic American chocolate chip cookies. There was German (authentic of course) potato salad, Chinese ribs, delicious mango vodka drinks and much more. I also made my personal favorite party food- guacamole and salsa! 


Dave, very excited to finally get to use his fancy grilling kit- a wedding present from Marisa!

The remnants of the F-16 flyover. Not quick enough to get the real action.

Yummmmm. Sausages.

Par-tay. 

Enjoying mango-vodka deliciousness. 

One too many beers = Dave stuck in the slide.

Fireworks! (Sort of) But its soooo cool- they shoot them off the stop of all the big buildings down town!

It was almost eerie- not being able to see the fireworks- but hearing them and seeing the red glow from behind the buildings. 

The ladies. 

Putting the iPad to good use. 

After many hours of good fun the night ended as many good nights in my life have ended- with angry security guards chasing us out. 

Happy Birthday Singapore!

Happy Birthday Singapore: Part I

Singapore has reached the ripe old age of 45. Its a bit strange that my Mom is older than the country I live in temporarily reside in. (Sorry Mom, I know you're really still 21). But if there is one thing Singapore likes it is... well... itself. There were some pretty impressive displays of nationalism abounding in the past month.
This is the HDB building across from our condo. 

Lots of little red flags flying. 

Hard to see- but flags everywhere!

Everywhere you looked there is Singapore spirit. A whole army of people have been working round the clock to make sure all the flare was in place. Now the real test is going to be how quickly it comes down. I have a feeling that it might be like my house growing up. There was lots of spirit and enthusiasm for decorating the Christmas tree... but every year February would roll around and we would have to either take it down or start calling it the Valentines day tree. You know what I mean. Although Singapore is pretty efficient so it was suggested they probably just fine people until they take it all down.






Sunday, August 1, 2010

Pringles like you have never seen them before....

Blueberry and Hazelnut chips anyone?


How about soft-shell crab (these are for you Julia), pink Grilled Shrimp, or Seaweed?

Yum. 

The Invasion

This is what we ran in to (literally) on our way to the mall to go to the grocery store:
You will have to pardon the poor quality pictures- they are from the blackberry. Must learn that in Singapore you should ALWAYS have your camera because you never known when something crazy is going to happen.

That is right, these are tanks. Really massive big scary tanks. Chilling out on a commercial street by the mall.


These are the scary Army dudes in full green facepaint waiting to drive the tanks around town.
Not totally sure what these are? Bridges on wheels?

In any other country this would be cause for panic, but in Singapore- totally normal practice for National Day.

Tanks as far as the eye can see- we climbed a bridge to get the aerial view. 

Oh hey- just checking out the entire Singapore military.... typical Saturday.

These guns make me nervous. Bet they make Malaysia even more nervous.

Pretty interesting happenings in the Sing Sing- and this is just PRACTICE! Cannot wait to see the real show next weekend. 

Thursday, July 29, 2010

News of the Day- would have been cooler if it was a Tiger....

http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/1072034/1/.html

Six deer escape from Night Safari
SINGAPORE: Six deer escaped from the Night Safari at the Singapore Zoological Gardens on Wednesday morning.

Five have been found but one is still missing, although it is believed to be within the Night Safari park.

The fifth deer was caught in the evening at Mandai Lake Road. It had to be sedated. It took about one and a half hours to bring the deer back to its enclosure.

The Sambar deer are all female and were found missing during a routine check by a zookeeper.

One of them had managed to get out of the Night Safari's perimeter fence. A tree had fallen on the fence, allowing the deer to walk out of the park's boundaries.

Kumar Pillai, director of zoology at Wildlife Reserves Singapore, said: "(At) the Deer Park, we've got the primary enclosure and if for some reason the animals do come out of there, we have a secondary fence to keep the animals in. But it's the secondary fence that got damaged by the fallen tree and they got out of the park."

It is the first time the deer have escaped from their enclosure.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

"Kiasu" Update!

In the midst of my drafting my ranting blog at work during my "lunch break" my always fabulous office mate came in so I took the opportunity to discuss the concept of kiasu with her. Wendy is a native Singaporean, although she prefers living in Tokyo- cannot blame her there- so she has plenty of experience in kiasu behavior.

Me: Wendy, do you know what kiasu means?
Wendy: *giggles* Of course- it is as Singaporean as the Merlion.

I. could. have. died. laughing.

She is right of course, it has somehow become an intrinsic element of Singapore culture. And it was encouraging to know that it irritates sensible natives as much as sensitive expats. She confirmed that contrary to popular assumption, they do not in fact teach repetitive elevator button pushing in school. She also confirmed my suspicion that the worst offenders of basic subway etiquette are smallish old ladies with a deep running mean streak.

Some of the nagging questions of the world solved, by Wendy.

"Kiasu" and other gripes about Singapore

It has been one of those weeks. OK, let's be honest, it sort of feels like it has been one of those MONTHS. While I find many things about Singapore to be irritating on a daily basis, it is not surprising that a few 70 hour weeks in a row will escalate things from irritating to "I-am-going-to-kill-you" on the annoyance scale. I have often thought that if I wrote about everything in Singapore that rubbed me the wrong way, we would have to change the name of the blog to "Erin Hates Singapore" and that might get me deported (maybe not the worst thing in the world?). And I assume no one wants to hear my daily internal diatribe about the ridiculous behavior of the natives. However, while I was frantically googling for some inside advice on how to get my hands on an iPad tomorrow (must. have. one), I did come across an entire blog that is dedicated to railing on the annoyances and inefficiencies of Sing Sing. Maybe I should get together with this fellow and we can form a support group. Until that happens, I have decided to share with you some highlights of irritating things in Singapore. Enjoy.

1) ELEVATORS (a.k.a. Lifts): While there are more than a few things wrong with the way people ride elevators here (some of which will be covered subsequently in the MRT section), I am going to focus on the incessant button pushing. Elevator usage is pretty standard in all countries. You push the call button, the elevator comes, you get on, the doors shut, the elevator takes you to the floor you requested, the doors open, you get off, the doors close. Its not magic, and I have never encountered an elevator that didn't follow this basic premise.

However Singaporeans seem to think that unless you push the door close button 100000 times, the door might fail you and you would be stuck for eternity in an open-doored elevator, just waiting. It would be irritating enough if it was a single impatient push. But its repetitive. Incessant. Obsessive. There is probably wide spread repeated stress injuries to the index finger in this country. What is also great about this is that this act is most often perpetrated by the first person in the elevator, not the last. So as Joe Singapore, or should I call him Cho Singapore, (who has no doubt pushed and shoved to be the first in the lift- see next section) hops on, he starts ramming his fat little fingers against the close button while the rest of us (being not fast enough to elbow Cho out of the way- and those of us with manners) are left to try to sneak in the elevator while the doors are slamming shut. It would be irritating if it was occasional. But it is MINDBOGGLING that it is every. single. time. It must be something taught in elementary school here, because it is an epidemic condition. You can be assured that if find yourself riding the elevator in Singapore, you will get to experience this truly annoying phenomenon. Also, should you try to be polite and hold the elevator door for someone who is obviously just steps behind you and also seeking to use the lift, instead of being thanked, you will be given a look of not just pure shock but also scorn for violating the national code of elevator usage. There is probably a fine for that.

2) THE MRT (the Subway): A novel could be written about the daily drama of riding the MRT. Maybe a trilogy of novels. Maybe a boxed set. First you have the illogical manner in which the one-way gates are set up during rush hour so you have to risk life and limb navigating from the entrance through hoards of people exiting from the first 10 gates because they have only made the very last gate in the row, farthest from the entrance, available for entrance. I get that there are business establishments near my home stop- but as the massive condo and apartment buildings imply, there are also homes- and people who would like to have a morning commute that doesn't involve body slams.

But sadly, this is not my biggest complaint. The bigger issue is really the overall entrance and exit skills of the locals. And, lest you think it is MRT specific, this same irrational and sometimes hostile behavior plays out in elevators, escalators, taxis, grocery stores- anywhere that is possible or necessary to enter and exit. There seems to be a Chinese mentality that "first is best." But, before I get attacked, this mentality and conforming behavior is not at all limited to the ethnic Chinese of Singapore. Like all good things in Singapore, it has managed to cross the deep divides of race, gender and ethnicity. People here (or maybe everywhere in Asia?) call it "kaisu" which is a Hokkien Chinese word meaning some mix of rude and greedy. There are entire blogs lamenting the daily exhibitions of kiasu behavior on the perfectly manicured streets of Sing (http://kiasusingaporean.com/). Its a problem in more places than the subway. But how this manifests in the MRT is that despite clearly marked lanes, and frequent broadcast announcements to allow people to alight, people cannot manage to wait their turn to board the damn train. As soon as the doors open you can expect that someone in the impatiently waiting crowd will immediately start shoving and pushing to get on while people are simultaneously pushing and shoving to be the first to exit. It gets better. Once Cho Singapore is on the train, he or she is exceptionally unlikely to move past the area immediately in front of the door (unless there is a seat open (unlikely) in which case he or she will leap over strollers, kick the elderly and usurp a pregnant woman for the right to sit for one stop). No, even if there is plenty of space in the train, Cho will park himself RIGHT in front of the door, no matter that others are still getting on. Just this morning I got on the train behind a middle aged Chinese woman who took one step on the train, stopped, grabbed the handrail and refused to move. I tried the evil eye intimidation tactic to no avail and was forced to use brut force against my fellow passengers to board a train that had room for 50 more people. I used to feel bad about pushing, but I am wayyyyyyyy over that.

The tale of disaster and despair continues. For some unknown reason, people feel the urgent need to prepare for their exit  from the train car as soon as the announcement for the next station is made, which is always at least a few solid minutes before the train comes remotely close to the station. This generally results in people pushing and shoving past you while the train is in motion and coming to a stop and resulting in more than a few uncomfortable stumbles and grabs. Now there is no harm in preparing for your exit in a crowded subway car- no harm at all- sometime But its generally unnecessary when approaching a station where 99% of the train will exit. Our commute is only one stop in the morning, so there is no need to sit or make inroads to the middle of the train so we often find ourselves crammed against the door, and our destination, Raffles Place, is the equivalent of Grand Central or Times Square- everyone gets off there. But I cannot tell you how many times I have been standing near the door of the car when someone tries to push past me to get ready to get off the train. Sooooo kiasu.

3) ESCALATORS: You are sensing a transportation theme here. I will be brief about the escalators, I swear. Singaporeans have a slavish dedication to the following escalator behavior concept: Standing to the left, walking to the right. This makes sense. This provides order. This I am sure is something taught in schools. Singaporeans hate stairs, so there are escalators everywhere and it makes sense to have unified behavior norms- for safety and efficiency.......

OK- but what DOESN'T make sense is that no Singaporean in their right mind is going to use the walking side. Kiasu aside, these people are not fans of physical exertion. The amount of times I have seen perfectly able bodied people take the elevator one floor or wait for room on the escalator when the stairs are totally empty is astounding. This lack of desire to walk up the moving stairs results in massive lines for the standing side of the escalator every morning, and a lot of jostling and line cutting. It can be best described as the typical traffic situation when merging to one lane. There is always some a-hole that waits until the lane is totally closed before forcing a merge. Same theory applies to the escalators.  Its hilarious though to look up at the escalators on a typical morning and see a wide open right side, just waiting for someone adventurous enough to walk up it, while the masses are duking it out below for a spot on the left.

4) RAIN: Singaporeans hate it. I am convinced that they are all made of sugar and there is a real threat of melting. This abhorrence of rain is a problem on this tropical island where it rains. It rains a lot. Sometimes everyday. The burning hatred of rain, specifically being IN the rain, is so strong that it forces hundreds of rain-intolerant folks to crowd under overhangs, clinging to the last dry spot in a world of wetness. This is fine- until the overhang happens to be the exit from the subway or the only entrance to your office. Then you are back to the pushing and shoving and looks of incredulity that you, you- tall white woman, are silly enough to walk 10 feet in the rain.

It all really comes back to the pushing and shoving. I was pushed and shoved very infrequently in New York and understandably less so in Colorado. I guess sometimes the 6-train was a little crowded at rush hour...and sure, I have pushed a tourist out of the  way in Times Square once in a while, but the constant need for physical attack to get through my day can be exhausting. You would think that my relative size to the average Asian would give me an advantage in the hand-to-hand combat that is commuting and existing in this city, but you would be surprised the power that a well placed elderly Chinese elbow packs.

While there are a plethora of other complaints, I feel refreshed after sharing this vent with you and will save some rage for another time.

Toodles.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Asian Fruit Basket- Guava

One thing that has provided endless fascination in our 4 months in Asia is all the new crazy unidentifiable fruit! We have a 24-hour outdoor fruit market one block from our condo building and they have literally tons of fruit that we cannot name and haven't tried. We once bought a dragon fruit, because it looked cool, but quickly realized we weren't to sure on how to open it, so it quickly rotted in the tropical climate before we made serious efforts to crack that baby open. We have tried rambutan, which is tasty...and, well, that may be all so far. Due to some unusual fruit allergies, its difficult for me to be too crazy with my foreign fruit exploration, but I have decided to be more adventurous in trying out-of-the-ordinary fruits.

My recent trip to KL provided the perfect chance to get down to crazy fruit eating business.


I figured if they offer it at the Mandarin Oriental it was unlikely to kill me, and if it did try any funny business- I could get fabulous 5-star service on the way to the ER. Luckily for me, they thoughtfully provided a card explaining that a guava is related to the pear and apple, and as far as I know I am on good terms with the entire apple family. It turns out that the Mandarin may have not done their homework entirely because wikipedia informs me that the closest relative of the Guava is the pomegranate. Luckily I have never been treated poorly by one of those either. 

Now some of you are thinking "Guava- that's not *that* exotic." But I don't remember seeing too many Guavas at Whole Foods in Union Square and although I think its probably one of those hip-sounding ingredients that Snapple tries to throw in their drinks to make them sound exotic, I doubt too many of my US friends could pick a Guava out of a line up. 

This thing was BIG. 



But hey, it looks like a giant apple...and I like apples. So it's probably cool right? 



I was sincerely hoping it would be pink inside, a crazy deep pretty pink. But alas, its white. (Further wikipedia investigation proves that my hopes were not totally off base as *some* guavas are indeed radiantly pink in the middle- just not the one I got...) And it sort of tastes like an apple. You can eat the skin like an apple. Its a similar consistency. It was ... alright. Certainly not mind blowing. 

But it turns out that Guava is quite good for you, being rich in vitamin A & C with edible seeds high in omega-3s. So despite its underwhelming first taste we may have to consider further investigation. 

Pros: Yay for Vitamins! And doesn't have a ridiculously complicated exterior. 
Con: A little bit tasteless, maybe this one wasn't ripe yet. 
Rating: B 

Next time on Fruit Basket... Dragonfruit- how does one open one?