Singapore Haze

Every year around September there are a few weeks of haze.  A very slight burning flavor in the air, and a bit of scratchiness in your throat, maybe some itching in the eyes.  The sky is overcast, and it’s an irritation as the PSI (Pollutant Standards Index) shifts from the typical below 50 reading–healthy to the 50-99 range–moderate.  Rarely it may even approach the 100-199 range–unhealthy.  In 1997, the PSI hit an all time high of 226.
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screenshot of PSI chart for June 20, 2013

Children, elderly and those with existing diseases are advised to stay indoors and avoid outdoor activities.

In the last two days, the number has spent the plurality of the time in the 201-300 range–very unhealthy, and crossed into 300+ territory–hazardous.  Last night the highest number ever recorded in Singapore was 321 (topping the 1997 high)…today, as you can see, that number was then topped again by the 1pm reading of 371.  The PSI is actually a 3 hour average–real time PSI numbers have gone into the 400+ range (life threatening to ill and elderly people).

Our haze is caused by slash and burn farming tactics in Sumatra (an Indonesian island).  June-September is the dry season, and this sort of slash and burn allows farmers to both clear large patches of land.  From what I understand, the process means that the burned plants then act as fertilizer for the soil.  These fires are often large and prevailing winds blow some of the smoke into Singapore.

The current haze crisis is a combination of a large number of fires in Sumatra, lack of clouds (which means a lack of rain to damp down the haze and put out the fires), stagnant air, and other factors.  Prime Minister Lee said today that the haze may persist for several weeks.

IMG_7692The picture above was taken opposite the Marina Bay Sands resort last December.  It’s a fairly clear day with a bit of cloud, no haze.  I show this for comparison.

mbs hazeThis photo was take today (June 20) from Ravi’s work, which is a similar difference in distance to MBS as the photo above.  On a normal day you can easily see the Singapore Flyer, the Gardens By the Bay Super Trees, tons of condos and other features.

For a more dramatic before and after shot, check out 21st Century Mummy’s Blog–she lives just up the road from me on River Valley.

Singaporeans first started getting feisty and cranky on June 16th when levels were rising to 80+.  Quotes from my twitter feed include…

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On June 19th, the 10 pm reading wasn’t released.  10, 10:15, 10:30, 10:45 all passed without the NEA updating the PSI number.  People were less than pleased, but our sarcasm remained intact.

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When the number was finally released at 1050-something, and was a record setting 321…

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Since then, today’s numbers set new records

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Sarcasm aside, there is a lot of frustration and anger from those of us who live in Singaporea.  People are questioning why workers who must be outside haven’t been given masks, or been ordered to stop work (does that condo/mall really need to be built so badly that you have to be out in toxic air?)–worth noting that many companies have issued stop work orders, including McDelivery Drivers, KFC, and other food delivery services.  People are angry that there is a major shortage of N95 masks-the masks that help filter out the most harmful particles (current word is that they won’t be available for purchase before Saturday at the earliest).

Singaporeans are calling on Indonesia to address the issue of the haze and the slash and burn farming that cause it. Indonesia lashed out at Singapore in response…

“Singapore should not be behaving like a child and making all this noise,” Agung Laksono, the minister coordinating Indonesia’s response, told reporters.

“This is not what the Indonesian nation wants, it is because of nature.”

The minister for people’s welfare also insisted that Indonesia did not want any financial assistance to fight the fires from Singapore unless it was a large amount.

“If it is only half a million, or one million dollars, we don’t need that.

We would rather use our own national budget,” he said.

His comments came as an emergency meeting hosted by Indonesia’s foreign ministry in Jakarta and attended by the chief executive of Singapore’s National Environment Agency (NEA), Andrew Tan, got under way.

 

What does it feel like to live in the midst of this haze?  You walk around with irritated eyes-as if you were surrounded by a group of smokers, or were at a bar all night.  There’s a constant acrid taste in the back of your mouth.  You’re tired, because you’re not sleeping well.  Anytime you walk outside, even from just the car to the building, my chest feels tight.  I also feel vaguely nauseous all the time, and have almost no appetite.  One of the few times you get relief is in the shower, but when you step out of the bathroom, it’s like getting hit in the senses by a wall of smoke.  In short-it’s pretty unpleasant.

Ravi and I decided to send the girls to school today.  But after my physical therapy appointment, the PSI was rising fast enough that I decided to get them and bring them home.  I have a feeling that we will be going stir crazy very soon, especially on the heels of being home on Tuesday and Wednesday because Ellie had been sick (not haze related-stomach bug).

Tomorrow was supposed to be bring your kids to work day at GNB.  I was relieved when Ravi forwarded me an email noting that the event had been postponed due to haze.  Ellie has been really looking forward to it, but I don’t know that we would’ve been happy allowing her to do so.

At this point, it seems like all we can do is hope that there is soon enough cloud cover to do cloud seeding (firing chemicals into the clouds to trigger rain-not something I’d usually be a fan of, but in the current environment, I find myself surprisingly unfazed by the notion), or that Indonesia will do something to curb the burning.

Wish us luck…and send oxygen tanks.  I’ll be here, obsessively refreshing the page waiting for the new PSI numbers.

Mt Elizabeth Novena Hospital

Last week when I injured my back, I headed to Gleneagles Hospital, which is the closest hospital to my condo.  Once it became clear I needed to be admitted, though, I ended up at Mount Elizabeth Novena.  Mt. E Novena is a sister hospital, and was the only one with a private room available.  Strange as this may sound, I loved it and not just because I was very high on painkillers.

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Mount Elizabeth Novena (which I’m going to abbreviate to MEN) is a really new hotel-less than a year old.  According to their website, it’s the first new private hospital to be build in 30 years.  It is the first hospital in SG to have only single rooms-206 standard single rooms, 37 deluxe rooms, 8 junior suites, and 3 regal suites (plus some day surgery beds and ICU).  I don’t think I have to sell anyone on why a single room is preferable, if you have a choice in the matter.

MEN’s approach to creating a new hospital is the somewhat cheesy, if accurate, idea of a hospitel–a cross between a hospital and a hotel.  I’d mock it, except that half the time that I mentioned my hospital, I would slip and call it my hotel or my hotel room.

MEN amenities

For one, the bathroom comes stocked with Crabtree and Evelyn “La source” products-shampoo, conditioner, mouthwash, and bodywash.  They also provide you with a hairbrush (a pretty decent one, actually-I forgot mine and my hair was really tangled–it was strong enough to actually get through the tangles, which is better than most hotel furnished ones will), a tooth brush and toothpaste, and a few other amenities I didn’t take advantage of.

The bathroom itself is large.  The shower has bars if you need help standing (as I did a bit) and a seat if that makes showering easier.  Lots of hot water.  They provide you with washcloths, hand towels, and bath sheet sized towels (and there’s a hamper under the sink for them when you’re done).  There are several emergency pull strings in case of an accident or need for help.

My room was very large.  There was the bed, a very large sofa, which if you removed the back cushions became a proper bed.  There was a chair by the couch.  One wall had a counter running the length of it which also served as a desk (with a chair) as well as counter space for your stuff.  There was a large wall mounted flat screen tv (which in theory also had internet connections-I never turned it on, preferring my laptop).  The room had a safe (which I didn’t use, but noted).

The two nicest parts, I thought, was that there was a built in fridge behind a door (it’s actually a minibar, but you can take out their stuff and put your own stuff in, which I did), and the internet speed.  They have extremely fast wi-fi, which was awesome.  It was actually fast enough that I was able to download some movies and tv off iTunes to keep occupied.  My only issue with it was that it occasionally just stops and you have to reconnect, which only really became a hassle when I was trying to skype (it would shut off and I’d lose the connection).

MEN hallway

The doors to the room are soundproofed so you don’t get ambient noise.  As most people kept their doors closed, it also made walking through the halls (part of my back rehab plan) a quiet and pleasant experience.

In terms of service-they have a wide menu but I didn’t want any part of anything on it.  Although there are western options, they are more European than American.  There’s a cafeteria, which Ravi told me was more of the same kind of fail (no sandwich bar, no pizza bar, etc).  Apart from that, there’s only a Starbucks in the hospital.  Luckily it’s across the street from Novena Square (which connects to Velocity and is a quick walk from United Square) and Ravi kept me in American food between delivering food to me and supply groceries from the Cold Storage at United Square.

They also have “butlers” who were sweet enough to get the crazy ang moh pitchers of ice water instead of the “healthier” warm water that is standard.  They also delivered a Straits Times Daily.  The ladies who cleaned the rooms were also all sweet-there were two ladies who did our floor and I chatted with them about their kids and mine (who were of similar age).

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The nurses were also a bunch of sweethearts.  They were quick to respond to a call, but tried not to impose too much, allowing patients their privacy.  Once they met my girls, they asked after them and made a point to say hello when my own little Nurse Ellie took me for my walk through the halls (sometimes accompanies by the mini-nurse Rhiannon and their Dad).  They were quick to dispense pain meds when I needed them, and let me delay the same pain meds as I began to heal (rather than insisting they stick to a strict schedule with them).

The only real complaint I had is that the billing department didn’t really seem to have their act together when it came to contacting my insurance.  We were told there were delays in getting reports, and then they needed my signature, but didn’t realize it, and so forth.  I was on the phone back and forth with my insurance agency a LOT trying to figure out what they needed so that they could send the promise of payment.  Further, the billing department didn’t seem to have an accurate understanding of my diagnosis and the estimate they gave Ravi was more than double what my cost actually was.  But things seemed to be settled by the time I left, although I still need to check with our insurance company to make sure that everything was properly submitted and paid for.

Overall, I’d say that my stay was as pleasant as it could be.  Obviously, I was in a lot of pain, and I wish I hadn’t had to be hospitalized at all.  I’m going to have an ongoing relationship with the hospital as I’m there 3x a week for physical therapy right now, and I’ll be following up with the orthopedic doctor regarding treatment for my back as the healing process begins.

I’m not in constant pain anymore, although my range of motion is limited and my stamina sucks.  I can walk, but I can’t pick up stuff–even my purse (having lightened it and everything) is a bit heavy at times.  I’m not allowed to pick up either girl, even just to pick up Rhi to change her diaper.  Ellie has been a huge help-I can’t really bend down and look for stuff, so E has gotten my shoes, retrieved stuff out of the fridge and so forth for me  My in-laws arrived yesterday and will be here as long as we need them, which is a huge relief.

It’s difficult and frustrating to be so limited, but I know from experience that it is crucial I take care of my back.  I had back surgery in 06, and the disc that is damaged now is the disc directly above it-both are now totally degenerated.  I know that if I push too hard too fast I’ll just end up right back in the hospital, and if I don’t take my recovery seriously I’ll likely further damage my back as well.  So I am going slow and steady and following my doctor and pt’s advice.

At some point I’ll talk about how insurance here differs from the process of insurance and such in the US, but I’ve been thinking a lot about my assimilation series and I want to get back to that for now.

Wordless Wednesday–Visitors!

Back in December we had our second (non-family) visitors-my college roommate Love and her mom.  Love was my college roommate and remains a good friend.  These day’s she’s a Peace Corps volunteer stationed in Mongolia.  Her mom lives in Southern California.  So they both flew to Singapore and we got to play host!

IMG_7496I took them shopping in the arcade in Little India, and we wandered Tekka Market.

IMG_7527Love jumped for joy at Marina Barrage (where we also had a wonderful view of the sun setting)

IMG_7560We visited the Night Safari (although we didn’t do the zoo/visit the pandas)

IMG_7634The National Orchid Gardens were a hit

IMG_7666We went to Chinatown, although we skipped the Tiger Beer tower

IMG_7708And of course, we went to visit the Merlion

When I originally started the blog (just about 3 years ago, actually), I knew that very people I knew had ever been to Signapore and weren’t likely to come visit.  We’re of an age where many of our friends are settling down and spawning-and just because we’re crazy enough to drag our kids halfway around the world doesn’t mean I think anyone else should (unless they want to).  It’s not cheap, and the time zone shift sucks.  So I figured the blog would be my way of sharing Singapore with the friends back home.

I’ll save the sappy “it’s become so much more than that” speech for my actual 3 years in Singapore misty-eyed love-fest.

What I will say is that it so special to me when I have had the rare opportunity to show a friend a physical place.  To share a moment with them in person instead of via picture, video, blog post, etc.

Haw Par Villa (warning-some images are NSFW)

I have never dropped acid.  But thanks to Haw Par Villa, I think I can image what that must be like–because it’s the strangest trip I’ve ever taken.

IMG_7838I may not do drugs, but these pandas definitely do…

What is Haw Par Villa?

Previously known as ‘Tiger Balm Gardens’, Haw Par Villa was later renamed after its former owners, the Aw brothers – Boon Haw and Boon Par, who made a fortune in the early 1900s selling Tiger Balm, a cure-all paste created by their father.

Haw Par Villa is like no other place in the world, with over 1,000 statues and 150 dioramas that dramatise Chinese legends and folklore. Founded on Chinese legends and values, this historical theme park has large, imposing statues from famous legends of old – featuring characters like Fu Lu Shou, Confucius and the Laughing Buddha.

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IMG_7839This would prove to be one of the LEAST creepy statues

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As I walked around, I tried to read the information plaques to better understand what I was seeing.  Much like the statues themselves, some are in better repair than others.  I was familiar with some of the stories (Madame White Snake, for example) and others were new to me.

I reached out via twitter as I was there asking what people thought of/remembered about Haw Par Villa.

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I tend to think of myself as a fairly liberal parent.  I’m strict about school and behavior, but I don’t filter music for the girls and I don’t believe in censoring books (if you want to read it, read it).  I’m open minded.  Haw Par Villa put that to the test–I can’t imagine bringing Ellie here (Rhi is too young to comprehend what she sees–or that’s what I’m telling myself).

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As you would expect in a park paid for by the inventors of Tiger Balm, there was a lot of Tiger statuary.

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While it is at times extremely confusing and creepy, Haw Par Villa is also beautiful.  The morning I was there, I saw fewer than 10 other people.  Solitude is not something you often experience in Singapore.  While the bizzare statues FAR outnumber the beautiful, I saw beautiful statues as well.

IMG_7896A small shrine I stumbled across in a corner of the park.

Singapore isn’t a country that places a lot of value on its past.  Since I’ve been here, the Urban Redevelopment Authority gazetted Bukit Brown cemetary for demolition (see Kirsten’s moving post here), and closed the historic Tanjong Pagar train station (see Flora’s post here) in favor of Woodlands Train Checkpoint.  Knowing that, I’m somewhat surprised Haw Par Villa has survived, and is even being maintained by the Singapore Tourism Board, especially as it doesn’t produce any sort of financial profit (I doubt that 5 dollar parking fee pays for the guard-I was the only car there last Friday, and the park itself is free).

IMG_7847One of the many statues being freshened up with a new coat of paint.

While I’m sure that I could learn many a lesson from the statues at Haw Par Villa, my most common reaction was to tilt my head to the side and try to figure out just what was going on, even with the help of the plaques (and there isn’t always one).

IMG_7874For instance, I can relate to the mom resignedly trying to keep her pants up as her toddler tries to climb her leg.  Been there.  Solidarity, sister–I feel your pain.

IMG_7875Or perhaps not.  Now I’m wondering if that kid isn’t screaming “MOM THERE ARE PEOPLE DYING OVER THERE, WHY ARE YOU STILL TALKING TO YOUR FRIEND ABOUT YOUR NEW PAIR OF SHOES????? MOOOOOOM!!! MOMEEEEE!!!!”  I don’t understand what the seemingly disconnected halves of the tableau are supposed to teach me.

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However, the kitschy and random statues are not the big attraction at Haw Par Villa.  The 10 Courts of Hell is.  I won’t go through each court and what the punishments are (if you want to see that, this post by Where Sidewalks End does so) but a few of the highlights

  • Rhiannon should probably take note that disobeying a sibling means spending some time being ground by a stone…and hand over the crayon.
  • I can look forward to getting my body sawn in two for misusing books, possession of pornography (I wonder if I’ll do some drowning in blood like the prostitutes for writing pornography as well?), breaking written rules and for wasting food–I’m guilty of all of them.
  • Cheating on an exam?  I have some former students who can look forward to their intestines and organs getting pulled out.

IMG_7934Disrespect to elders carries the same punishment as escaping from prison–your heart will be cut out.

There are also serious consequences for things like rape, tax evasion, driving someone to their death, robbery and so forth.

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As if the 10 Courts of Hell isn’t disorienting enough on its own, you emerge from the dark cavern to this statue…

IMG_7959Kissing Cockroaches are not what I need to see after the 10 Courts of Hell–I’m already freaked out, thanks.

However, none of what I’ve highlighted thus far wins the crown for weirdest thing I saw at Haw Par Villa.  The image below wins that prize.

IMG_7844I have so many questions about this.

It’s a theme park highlighting Chinese Mythology and Confucian lessons for the local population.  The country is a former Brit Colony, but it became a colony in 1824, which is over fifty years after we declared our independence.

There is no plaque to explain the presence of a mini statue of liberty.  There is NO other statue relating to another country such as France or Brazil.

Just a random, inexplicable minature Statue of Liberty.

So many questions about this.

If you’d like to see more photos of my visit to Haw Par Villa, go check out my set on Flickr here.

If you’d like to read more about other blogger’s visits to Haw Par Villa (and if you have a blog post, link it below in comments and I’ll add it to the list)

Wordless Wednesday–Singkids at United Square

On Monday Ellie, Rhi, myself, and two friends went to the Singkids playspace at United Square.  (Warning-their website contains music that autoplays).  I don’t know if this counts as part of my “new Singapore” goals as I practically LIVE at United Square, but we’d never been there before, so I guess it counts?  Maybe?  Sort of?

Rhi in the Balloon Room

Ellie jumping on a trampoline type thing.

Rhi fascinated with the view from under the slide

Ellie goes for a spin

Wordless Wednesday Gardens By the Bay

“That weird thing they’re building over there” (funny how often I describe local architecture that way initially, end up LOVING it), Gardens By the Bay opened this past weekend.  I visited GBTB today with Claire (who writes the excellent The Dot Diaries) and Rhiannon during Ellie’s pre-school time.

We only wandered a fraction (and skipped the two glass enclosures, as the queue was ridiculous and time was limited), but I was so incredibly impressed.  The majority of the Gardens are free.  The domes are 15 SGD  for residents (although I’m not sure if it’s per dome or for both inclusive–my guess is per dome?), and it was 5 SGD for the walkway at the top of the Supertrees.  Kids under 3 were free regardless.  I’m happy to say it’s incredibly stroller friendly (there is an elevator to the top of the supertree walkway and back down again).  I can’t wait to take Ellie–it’s another gorgeous place to let the kids run around and to get a break from the urban landscape.

To read more about the Gardens By the Bay and to learn just what a “supertree” is, go here (wikipedia page)

 

A view of Marina Bay Sands from the Chinese Gardens

Claire and Rhi, with SUPERTREES in the background.  We would later walk on the walkway between the supertrees.

Close view of a supertree

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View from the walkway between the supertrees.  You can see the tankers and container ships in the distance.

Full set of photos over at the Expat Bostonian Facebook Page.

Then there are days like today….

My friend Jessica was somewhat prophetic during a conversation we had within the past six months.  We were discussing expat life, and she turned to me and said “the third year is the hardest.”  I wasn’t so sure, but I didn’t discount her comment either.

There are times when the third year seems like the best so far.  I know how to get to places I frequent, I’ve found my friends, we have a routine, and while it’s not all rainbows and unicorns, it’s a good life.

Then there are days like today.

In general I try not to be the ugly expat or the ugly american.

Then there are days like today.

In general I try to keep calm and grit my teeth and just get through the day when it’s a rough one.

Then there are days like today.

To be fair, I have to back up a bit.  Last night our game plan was to eat dinner at Chili’s Tanglin Malll and then go downstairs and get groceries.  The plan was completely derailed when, after shrieking, I picked Rhiannon up and sat her on the table to play with her.  Within about 0.3 seconds, she’d reached out, gotten a grip on my cup of ice water, and tipped it over…directly onto my lap.  Luckily I was just about done with dinner, so the baby, myself and my soaking wet pants did a walk of shame to the elevator and down to the car where I could look like I’d peed my pants in private.  Needless to say, groceries didn’t happen last night.

Last night was one of those nights where just as I was falling asleep the baby needed to nurse.  Then she needed to nurse twice more.  Then she woke up and would not go back to sleep at too goddamn early this morning. Then, just as we were falling asleep, I got a call to let me know the dishwasher repair guy was 10 minutes away.  The dishwasher repair appointment that I’d totally forgotten about, and had not put on the calendar.

The dishwasher isn’t zapping me because it is broken.  Its randomly zapping me because the wall socket it’s plugged into isn’t grounded properly, which means I need to schedule a handyman appointment.

In this whole mess, I never got my shower.

This may seem like a small thing to some people, but my morning shower is SACRED.  SACRED.

Ellie had an accident.

Food ended up happening late, and I almost didn’t get to eat at all.  In fact, the only way I was able to eat was to let Rhiannon cry for the 10 minutes it took for me to make and inhale some food.  Which, you know, made me feel like mom of the year.

We were late to school.

Then, instead of relaxing and writing during school, I had to grocery shop.  I took Rhi to the Jason’s at Tanglin, where we’d planned to shop the day before.  I decided to load up on staples and just get a delivery tonight.  I loaded my cart to capacity, and got to the checkout.

The person in front of me had also done a delivery order and half of her order was waiting to be boxed.  I was really unhappy that they just started to run my groceries through without finishing boxing up that order, worried that things were going to get mixed up.

Then I clarified twice where my groceries should be divided between taking them home now and please deliver.

I look up from loading the belt and see things getting tossed into delivery boxes without any sort of regard for delivery versus take home now.  We’re not even going to mention what was happening to my loaf of bread.  Annoyed, I clarify that I’m taking home all of the perishables.  The bagger gets snippy with me about it, and is pissed that she has to take things out of a box and put them into a plastic bag.  She takes this out on my groceries, overloading bags and putting stuff together that shouldnt’ have been together.

I need to stop and say that improper and careless bagging is one of my biggest pet peeves.  One of my first jobs was to work as a grocery store clerk and bagger.  Grocery packing 101–cold stuff with cold stuff, veggies with veggies, boxes with boxes, bottles with bottles (but not too many so as not to tear the bag), and so forth.  I’m so anal that I actually put things on the belt specifically in the order I’d like them bagged.  And it still get fucked up beyond all hope.  And seriously?  Who puts cans in with BREAD?  Just….ugh…MAJOR pet peeve.

Whatever.  I get the bill and pay it.

They hand me the slip and do not say when the groceries will be delivered.  I have to stop them and ask for clarification.

“Before 6,” they tell me.

“No, it has to be after 7,” I tell them.

“Tomorrow?” they ask.

“Sure.  After 7.”

“Maid can take delivery?”

“Not everyone has a maid,” I snap.

This then devolves into a giant mess, with my stress levels (which were already spinning into “I want a one way ticket home” or “hide in my closet for a week” territory) through the roof.  When Rhi got hungry and starting screaming the kind of piercing scream that could be heard throughout Tanglin, I began to lose it.

They suggest leaving stuff outside the door….which would be fine if I hadn’t just watched them make each box easily over 50 lbs (and one box of baby food is so carelessly packed I want to open up a betting pool on how many jars will be broken…not if they’ll be broken, but how many).  I have a herniated disk in my back that I’m desperately trying to not need surgery for.  I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving groceries outside in my hall until whenever Ravi manages to get home.

At some point I suggest they just refund my order altogether.  This is met with even more “cannots”.

Rhi is screaming these loud piercing screams at this point.  This is attracting a lot of attention, as I’m sure my visible stress level is.  Great, now I’m a spectacle, which makes me even more stressed and upset.

“Whatever.  Leave it outside the door, I don’t care.” I snap and walk out.

I was the ugly expat/ugly american.  I lost control.  I was not at my best.  I was not polite.  I was not understanding.  I just hit the end of my rope.  In short, I was an asshole.

I could try to justify or explain myself.  Yes, it’s probably been about a year now since I’ve had an uninterrupted night of sleep.  Yes, I am going through adjusting my mood stabilizer dosage.  Yes, I do have a very bad back and picking up one of those boxes could be the straw that literally breaks my back (it was a box of books the last time I needed surgery).  Yes, I was already having a bad day.  Yes, it was horrible customer service, but after three years, if I actually expect more than that, I haven’t been paying attention.

For me, the problem is that when I get really anxious and stressed, I get very rigid.  I have trouble thinking of different solutions (leaving the boxes in the hall and slowly unpacking them by walking repeatedly from the hallway to the kitchen, calling a friend and asking them to pick up Ellie, rushing home from school as fast as we could–which got me home by 6:15 over loud protests from Ellie instead of doing our usual routine and lucking out on traffic, or anything).  I had calculated that 7 was the most realistic time, given that deliveries tend to happen VERY early or VERY late.  If I said 6:15 was okay, they’d be there at 5:45–this is overwhelmingly my experience.  If anytime were fine, they’d call and ask if it was okay to stop for dinner and drop the groceries off at ten.  So after 7 was the ONLY acceptable option.

First, I got angry and called Ravi and just unloaded about how frustrated I was.

But by the time the elevator had reached B4, I was past angry and onto sad and frustrated.  I got to my car and burst into tears.  I cried the entire drive home.  I cried in my car in my building’s parking lot because my cleaner was still upstairs.

I pulled it together, got upstairs, waved hi on the way to my bedroom and fed Rhi.

Then I took a shower, which was the turning point.  I felt physically better, which made me more capable to deal with the rest of the day.

Did things get better?  Yes and no.

Ellie managed to have several bathroom accidents, Rhi screamed the entire time I was cooking dinner, Rhiannon would not go to sleep even though she was exhausted and it took several hours to get her down.

But…I managed to beat the grocery delivery home by about five minutes, thanks to the fastest pick up in pre-k history.  Miraculously nothing was broken.  My dry cleaning guy showed up and took my stuff.  I got everyone fed. Both girls are finally asleep.  I got a couple of good emails in.

Overall, today was one of those days.

I’m often reluctant to share stories like this.  I know that my parents and in-laws read the blog and I don’t want to worry them about what are effectively minor bumps in the road.  But if I’m going to be honest about my experiences, this is the kind of story I have to share as well.  Yes, there are craptastic days back home.  But I would be lying if I didn’t say that there was a component of today’s implosion that wasn’t expat related.  I felt like just as I finally had the rules down (delivery times, for example), the rules change and I missed out.  I was frustrated by the complexity of getting groceries to my home when back home I would’ve just ordered online (yes I know there are online options here–they don’t carry enough American products to make it worth my while–I’d still need to go to a grocery store or three) and scheduled a delivery within a 2 hour block that worked for me.  I was frustrated by the lack of communication (I could live the rest of my life without hearing cannot again), which at the grocery store was in part a language thing.  I was frustrated that I have to call my handyman and deal with the electrical issue in an apartment I don’t own as opposed to just calling building maintenance.  Little things about life in Singapore that irritate me individually, but all coalesced together and mixed with other life drama (aka no sleep, meds adjustment, Rhi’s clingy phase coupled with my feeling touched out) to result in a situation where, hours later, I am ashamed of my behavior.

There are sometimes days like this.

500

This is my 500th post at Expat Bostonians.

I began the blog on March 8th, 2010; 2 years, 2 months and 9 or 10 days (depending on how you count the time difference) ago.  A blog seemed like the logical way to keep our friends back home apprised of what life here in the Lion City was like.  Before I moved here, the only things I knew (or thought I knew) about Singapore was that some American kid had gotten caned here when I was in high school, and that chewing gum was illegal here.

In honor of my 500th post, I thought I’d share some of my favorite posts in chronological order.

2010–Lots of factual posts (what does the money here look like), not a ton of introspection.  I think I was so busy taking in Singapore that I couldn’t really process it.

Our look see visit to Singapore — This is a favorite post because it’s my baseline.  It contains my first photos and impressions of Singapore.  This is a post I look back at to see how far I’ve come.

Awkward–My first post about hiring a helper.

4th of July, Singaporean Style–Our first big American holiday spent in Singapore, and a favorite memory to this day.  I’ve loved the American 4th of July event both years we’ve been here, and I’m looking forward to our third in a few months.

Palawan Beach–Our first visit there, and contains some of my favorite photos.

Thailand, Part 2–Describes one of the coolest things I’ve done in Southeast Asia-the Siam Safari in Phuket.  A 6 hour adventure that tried to balance eco-tourism with preserving culture, and the struggles that come with it.  I’m a nerd, so learning on vacation=YAY.  Also-BABY ELEPHANTS! Extremely long entry, but one of my all time favorites

Christmas out and about in Singapore–I was totally thrown by stores being open and seeing Christmas treated as just another state sanctioned holiday.

2011-I got to know more people and began to really participate in the blogging community here.  I started writing posts that tried to get to the why instead of the what.  WHY were things the way they were instead of a book report.

Happy (sort of ) New Years–I live tweeted the NYE special with Kirsten and this post shares some of the highlights. Sort of New Years because it was 2011 in Singapore but still 2010 in Boston.

Skin Whitening…it’s a “thing” here–One of the first posts discussing my discomfort with the way whiteness is idealized here.

Having a Maid…the bad and the ugly–Singapore practically expects you to have a maid, but few people talk about the negatives.  This post explored the negatives both from the culture clash perspective and the issues within Singapore itself (the racism and abuses).

What do I do when the power goes out and other questions I forgot to ask–just when you think you’ve figured out expat life, something happens to totally upend your sense of comfort.

Hong Kong-Goldfish Market and Street Markets–On our child-free vacation in Hong Kong, Ravi and I visited the Goldfish Market in Hong Kong and it was another really memorable vacation moment.

Bad Expat (Part 1-ur doin it rong)–In which I explain all the ways I suck at being an expat.

Seth Rogen talks about Singapore–and SG isn’t happy–this was the first time I felt like I could explain and understand both sides of a US/SG critique and conflict of humor.

Things you don’t see/hear in Singapore–After a trip home, I began to realize there are some things I never see or hear in Singapore

Maids, Cultural Expectations and the Importance of Modeling (expat to expat advice)–A post that really talks about the cultural issues (small and big) that come with having a maid.

Pink Dot 2011–I was so proud to be at Pink Dot (an celebration of all love, particularly LGBT love and the only pro-gay event in Singapore) last year, when Google stepped up as the first ever corporate sponsor.

A negative experience at a doctor’s office and maybe some news–It feels strange to put such an angry post on my “favorites/top” list.  However, I think it is well written and it clearly articulates an issue I’ve had repeatedly with older male doctors in Singapore-being condescended to/spoken to as if I were my 3 year old.  As an expat, you have to constantly negotiate cultural issues, and, in general, it is best to learn to bend and to be flexible.  However, it is also okay to have lines that you can not, under any circumstance, cross.  This experience was one of them.

Our second 4th of July in Singapore-Our second, and equally memorable 4th of July in Singapore

My tale of laptop woe grows–I take my laptop to a certified apple repair center, tragic hilarity ensues

Comparing Singaporean and American Pregnancy Guides–After having a baby in the US, I wanted to read a local pregnancy guide to figure out how the approach locally was different.

My first name is not Crystalann–I like the post more because of the really interesting conversation it inspired in the comments section about names and culture.

Validation-The post I wrote after my first fiction short story acceptance

Santa Cruz Boardwalk-A wonderful day with Ellie on vacation.  Ravi was sick, and I was pregnant, so it was one of our last big adventures just her and I before the baby arrived.  I also love the pictures.

Why I didn’t want to be in the US on 9/11-On the 10th anniversary of 9/11, I was in the US and I was reminded of many of the things I don’t like about being an American, and why we have such a bad reputation abroad.

Just WHAT is in those 8 suitcases Part 1 and Part 2 –A photo essay of the kind of nonsense we bring back to Singapore from home.

Prenatal care in the US vs Singapore–Shh, don’t tell anyone, but I might like Singaporean prenatal care better.

Rhiannon Arcadia-I got to announce and post a picture of my newly born 2nd child.  Of course it’s a favorite.

An American Halloween in Singapore–We go trick or treating!

Happy Birthday Elanor–her 3rd birthday post

Slutwalk Singapore 2011–I took the girls to slutwalk because I want to raise them to be strong independent feminists.

Wicked Green Carpet and Gala–I won tickets to the black tie gala premiere of Wicked in Singapore.  My friend Kirsten and I and our lack of social skills went…hilarity ensued.

Oh Christmas Tree—We had a great Christmas Tree, until the cats went on the offensive

Disconnect-Firing B was not a highlight of my blog, but it was one of the most significant events, and for that reason, I need to include it.

2012-I’m really proud that so far in 2012, I got nominated for a Singapore Blog Award, was named a top blog by InterNations and have started contributing professionally at White As Milk.

Irresistible-The book with my short story in it was published (the short story is under a pen name, but if you read the book, you’ll be able to figure it out, trust me)

That does not mean what you think it means–English vs English FAIL

Lessons learned from my negative maid experience–I take ownership of my mistakes in the whole B debacle

What I love about Singapore that has nothing to do with my children–I had to really think about this as all my reflexive answers have to do with my kids.

Where are you from–I share a story about Ravi and wonder aloud how my 3rd culture kids are going to react to their home culture…or if they’ll even consider it their home culture

Stuff I wish I hadn’t brought to Singapore–Things that I’ve found around the house that have me wondering just what I was thinking when I brought them to Singapore

Elanor and the ACA–why health care matters–Elanor’s story (warning–possible triggers as it does graphically describe what happened to Ellie at a week of age, including how close she came to death, and includes a photo from intensive care)

When I was six–What life was like for me in small town MA as a kid in the 80′s

My misconceptions about Expat Life–Boy did I have it wrong on some things.

Ways that living in Singapore have changed me—the shallow edition

Wild Life Sydney Zoo at Darling Harbour–the highlight of our trip to Australia

My bank is trying to Punk Me-another absurd/hilarious tale of customer service hell

12 family-friendly shopping centres with playgrounds

Like me, I know a lot of readers have young children, so I wanted to pass along this list compiled by Expat Living.  They are mostly water play areas, but that’s what we do here in Singapore

 

Check the blog later today for a “real” post!

What do I love about SG that has NOTHING to do with my children?

I met a new friend a few days ago while Ellie was in school.  We had a wonderful conversation, and I look forward to hanging out with her again.  But she asked a question that threw me…”What do you love most about Singapore that has nothing to do with your children?”

I had to stop and really think.

When I’m asked what I love most about Singapore, almost everything that comes to mind are things that relate to my children–the zoo, the water play areas, the education my daughter is getting, the warmth of the country toward children, and so forth.

My immediate reaction was…and this surprised me a bit…the weather.  More to the point, I love wearing shorts and flip flops year round.  I love having the option to swim almost every day (although I will confess it’s been a while since I’ve been in the pool).  I love never having to shovel snow or chip ice off of my windshield.  Yes, I bitch about the humidity and yes, the non-stop heat does wear on me such that I look forward to visiting cooler climates with unreserved glee (Australia in May–18 degrees C sounds delightful…for the week we’ll be there).  Yes, I miss the beauty of a New England Fall and the slight nip to the breeze.  But I don’t miss winter and I don’t miss spring.

You can’t do this in February in Boston

However, we could move to Southern California and get perpetual summer.  So I feel as though I need to dig deeper.  So, here we go…a complete stream of consciousness, in no way organized list of reasons I love Singapore.

1-Learning about a new culture.

Apart from Michael Fay and a few pop culture references, I knew nothing about Singapore before December 2009, when Ravi applied to GNB and they suggested the SG office, as opposed to the London office we were hoping for.  Living in Singapore for almost 2 years has begun an education in what is truly a remarkable country.  No other country has accomplished the move from third world to first in such a short time (and we can debate the pros and cons of how that happened, and I’m happy to, but no one can deny that it is impressive).

Singapore is a mish-mash of cultures, and unlike the US, which is all about integration and submission to the dominant culture, Singapore acknowledges those cultures through public holidays that relate to Muslim and Christian holidays, Indian festivals and Chinese New Year.  I can attend distinct cultural events.

CNY

Thaipusam photo, courtesy of Paul Chapman (flickr stream here, blog here)

When I am confounded by Singapore, I have wonderful friends who help explain and give context.  I am deeply grateful to have Singapore Actually and Kirsten (among others) who are willing to answer and explain things from the mundane to the deeply complex.  Learning about Singapore has enriched me because it makes me re-examine so many assumptions I never realized I had.

2-I appreciate the United States (and Boston) more

We all take what we have for granted far too frequently.  In the US, I took everything from Target to Cape Cod for granted.  I am a Massachusetts native and I have never made it to Cape Cod…because I always assumed I could get around to it eventually.

It is so easy for me to get wrapped up in those things that annoy me about the US, such as the ongoing concerted effort to restrict women’s access to contraception, that I forget those things I love about the US.

Living in Singapore has made me appreciate my rights, especially my right (obligation, really) to criticize my government and to vocally advocate for change.

I also appreciate American “stuff” more.  Getting a package from my mom or in-laws with my favorite brand of BBQ chips (Wachusett Chips-made and only available locally to home) is cause for celebration.  Watching the Daily Show with Ravi is a ritual.  I’m happy that Ellie and Rhi have access to Sesame Street.

3-I’ve become a more serious photographer here

I had been getting more and more into photography after getting a digital camera.  Moving from Singapore turned me from casual vacation (and baby) photographer to amateur photographer.  I have been motivated to take a class and read up on how to make my pictures better, and long after our kids (or we) break or lose whatever souvenirs we leave Singapore with, my photographs will remain my favorite way to look back upon our time here.

Kirsten and I took the girls to Marina Barrage last Friday so that Kirsten could do a photoshoot of them (which turned into E after Rhi decided to sleep through most of it).  While we were there, I took this picture looking back at the city…and I can’t wait to go back there and do some more photography.  I also love shooting in the Botanic Garden, Sentosa, and around the city.

Loving this shot

4-The chance to travel to places I wouldn’t otherwise

I really enjoyed visiting Phuket…but let’s be real; I would never have gone there if we didn’t live regionally.  Australia, sure. Japan, probably.  But much of the region would just not have made my “traveled to” list because it was just too damn far away for places I only want to visit for 3-4 days (when it would take that long to shake off the jet lag).

As the girls age, I’m hoping to do more regional travel, like Angkor Wat, Vietnam, and so forth.  One of the negatives of not having a helper is that I don’t have the support person to do travel with the girls and Ravi only has so much vacation per year (although his allotment is generous, there is a limit).

Big Buddha, Phuket, Thailand

5-The Taxis

By far my most shallow reason for loving Singapore, but no less valid.

For close to two years, taxis were my primary mode of transportation.  I love that they are plentiful (usually).  I love that I can SMS for one, and it will come get me, usually in 5-7 minutes.  I love that they are cheap.  I am deeply amused by taxi uncle wisdom (usually).

Cabs in New York and Boston just aren’t even in the same galaxy as SG cabs and I would have lost my mind trying to get around SG without them.

Thanks, W, for inspiring this post!  Readers, what do you love best about Singapore?

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