Just Ask The Wives

We Singapore expats have an incredible resource- a variety of Facebook groups- upon which we all rely, to varying degrees, for advice, recommendations, and comaraderie. But, like any other public forum, one must always be aware that everything you say will be seen by 17,000 other women, some of whom might roll their eyes at what is, to you, an urgently pressing matter.  Cocktail adornment on a Friday morning might, for example, seem a silly request (though one of us thinks if you live in the tropics, serving a proper Mai Tai should always be a priority).


Love Shack

It’s easy to fall into a rut no matter where you live, and even more so when you live in a well-insulated and very comfy little Expat Bubble.  Pretty soon one finds oneself eating at the same places, talking to the same people, doing the same thing, week after week. So every once in a while, one of us really tries to break free and try something new.  Often, it’s wonderful and fascinating and enlightening.  And sometimes we end up running back to our Bubble and cowering inside…


Maylaise

Two things happen in Singapore’s Expatland every May: The Classifieds are awash with people selling all their belongings before they leave for good; and those of us who aren’t leaving begin to feel a bit…. Angsty? Mopey? Meloncholy? Luckily for all of us (although mainly for our husbands), this passes quickly, as soon as the summer suitcases come out and the next wave of adrenaline hits. But in the meantime, we mope…

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle

It’s that time of year again. Keeping track of kids’ activities starts to feel like a losing game of Whack-a-Mole. You suddenly have more Going Away parties than you thought you had friends. And it’s a bazillion degrees and 99% humidity outside, punctuated by daily INSANE thunderstorms, just to keep you on your toes.

We hope you’ll bear with us if we seem a bit… crazed.


Invasion of the Hipster Surgeons 

It used to be a common complaint amongst expats that there was nowhere to get a decent cup of coffee. This was loudest heard from our antipodean friends who lamented the lack of hipster cafes so common in their homelands. Well lament no longer, Sheilas: the hipster cafe invasion has well and truly taken hold. These days it’s impossible to just get a filter coffe or a cuppa tae. But a hand-pressed deconstructed French flat-white served in a test-tube? Would you like sugar with that?