Our Favourite Spas In Singapore (AKA How To Make Baby Soup)

Singaporeans love their babies.  And, as we recently discovered, their babies love nothing more than a nice, relaxing soak in the hot tub.

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3 Is The Magic Number

It’s apparently SUPPOSED to be the “cool season” here. If someone could pass on that little piece of info to our sweat glands- and also the sun- that’d be fab. In the meantime, you now know where to find us (well- at least one of us. The other is hiding in a corner somewhere furiously sniffing her own pits).

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Prime Time (or The Joys of Online Shopping in Singapore)

We all get the Expat Blues from time to time. And we all have our own ways of bouncing back. Some start planning their next exotic vacay. Some throw themselves into a new hobby (like mah jong or jogging or bitter complaining and day drinking). And some seek out amazing new local discoveries…


(PS We have no ties whatsoever to this or any other e-commerce company. If we did, our pools would have so many amazing rafts, they’d look like the salad bar at the American Club.)




The Best Sandwich In Singapore (with a side of envy)

If you happen to find that you are THE LAST expat left in Singapore this summer, the upside (and there may be only one, unless you are really into spending your days gazing at everyone else’s amazing vacation photos on Facebook), is that there are a lot fewer people annoyingly taking up seats at lunchtime.  And speaking of lunch, if you’re looking for a good sandwich, we’ve got two suggestions. 

(Oh- and we have no ties to these places, aside from eating way too many of their sandwiches, and we receive nothing for saying we like them. We’re no Sandwich Whores, thanks very much.)

Travel Hell II (AKA Things to Pack for a Long Haul Flight With Kids)

If you’re an expat living in Asia, but your whole family still lives on the other side of the world, you have no choice but to board a plane once a year, fly back to the land from whence your passport came, and show your increasingly-wrinkled / sun-kissed face.  And if you have kids – 1 kid, 2 kids, 3, 7, it doesn’t matter how many, nor does it matter how old they are (NO ONE gets a pass) – still you go.  If your husband has to stay behind to work, which means you’re doing this journey solo, STILL, you steel yourself and you go.  And if your husband is able to join you, but is sitting up in Business Class while you sit in back with the kids, still, STILL you go (but you complain.  In public whenever possible, FOREVER.  True story.).

For all our expat sisters embarking on Homecoming trips this summer, we offer the following list of Things To Pack For A Long Haul Flight With Kids:

  • A blanket.  Because first of all, airborne hell is cold.  And second, your kids will need somewhere to blow their noses, mop up their spilled juices, and dry mommy’s tears of exhaustion.
  • Noise cancelling headphones.  Because airplanes are noisy.  And so are children.
  • Snacks.  Many, many snacks.  In fact a snack trolley of one’s own would be ideal.  Because 28 hours, and children.
  • Lip balm.  Because the entire day in dry, recycled air plays havoc on your kissers, and you don’t want to greet your whole family with a brush of dried corn husks on the cheek.  Also, what is the baby going to snack on when you take your eyes off her for two minutes?
  • A book.  Nothing is better for keeping you occupied for the endless, endless hours than opening your book, reading one line, being distracted by your children demanding something inane, closing the book with an eye-roll and a muttered profanity, and repeating the exercise again in four minutes time, again and again.
  • An eye mask.  No, not for all the sleep you’ll be getting (obviously, silly).  But at some point you might need to disguise yourself, so people don’t associate you with those maniacal children sitting beside you.  Eye masks are the bomb for this.
  • A sticker saying “Don’t Ask. Just Pour.”  Wear this somewhere obvious- such as taped to your forehead, or tucked in to your eye mask at a jaunty angle- because after fifteen hours of pleading with your kids to stop wriggling and stop spilling and *just sleep FFS,* you won’t always have the verbal skills to ask for another shot of gin.

Good luck and godspeed, expat sisters.  See you on the other side. 

(Ps: some of you might recognise this Textpat exchange from last summer. Apologies for the duplications. In our defence (a) it is as pertinent now as it was then; and (b) after 30 hours’ travel with kids-  this is the best you’re going to get from us…)









 

 

The Long Haul

It’s the time of year when all expats suddenly drop everything they’re doing and flee the Little Red Dot for the summer holidays. Some have their bags packed the moment school lets out and are boarding planes before the rest of us have even emptied the final school backpacks. Others of us hang about a bit longer, enjoying the relative quiet in Tanglin mall, the absence of traffic on Orchard, and the ease of parking in every mall. We all, however, eventually show up at Changi, full of caffeine and dogged determination that we will survive the next 15-48 hours of travel, dragging excited children and more suitcases than seems reasonable under any circumstances. 

Having been around this particular block a few times, we suggest 5 things every expat should pack for the summer holidays:

1.  Your helper. Well yes- we know she’s not a “thing.” Don’t be pedantic. Our point is, you’re going to miss her (and her cooking, and her child-minding, and the adorable way she folds your clean underwear into triangles- shit you’re going to miss clean underwear, full stop). So if you can bring her, do. And if you can’t, start practicing your undergarment origami. 

2. No clothes. Because there are no Seasons here and as a result, you’ve been wearing the same clothes for a year, damnit. Don’t think no one’s noticed. So the minute you walk into your favorite shop back home, you’re going to buy tons of clothes. Save yourself the effort and don’t bother packing any. 

3. No gifts. (Should this have been a list of Things Not To Pack? Maybe. Too late now though.)  Don’t bring gifts. Because no one in America wants a Tangs elephant and no one in London wants a set of lacquer chopsticks. So don’t bother. Unless you’re Japanese, or going to Japan, in which case, Thing To Pack: LOTS of gifts. 

4.   Exercise gear. Because 7 weeks of dining out and celebrating and drinking and eating your mother’s cooking will wreck your svelte Singapore physique. So run a lap or two around the block once in a while this summer. That way you won’t have to spend the month of August at boot camp. 

5. An empty suitcase – see # 2. 

That’s what we’re packing… at least we intend to…

Check Your Head

There are some times, when life gets uncomfortable, that you just can’t help thinking, “This would be SO much easier if I were in my home country.” (Examples: Flat tires and gynocological exams.) You feel fairly certain that your problem would be SO easily solved, if only you were AT “HOME.” Which is usually crap because life isn’t always sunshine and unicorns, no matter where you live. Sometimes you just need to put on your big girl pants and deal. (And sometimes a big girl drink helps.)




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).