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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It says: I missed you, Alexander."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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We picked up Alexander on Friday after his 5 day school expedition to Tioman Island. I don't know who was more excited: Alexander, recounting his amazing adventure in the Malaysian jungle, or his little sister, who had prepared a welcome&amp;nbsp;card to give him on his return (see photo above)?&lt;br /&gt;
Here, are just a few of the trip's highlights that he told us about on the car ride home:&lt;br /&gt;
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1) It was awesome, Mom. We had a 4 hr bus ride, a 2 hr boat ride, and a 10 km trek through the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;
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2) We couldn't always see sunlight and had to walk over branches. Luckily I brought water.&lt;br /&gt;
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3) My cabin mate had something called conjunctivitis. I don't think it's contagious.&lt;br /&gt;
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4) It was nice to chat late at night even though our beds were filled with sand.&lt;br /&gt;
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5) There was a cool bouncing two hour boat ride. It made me feel a little sick but not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;
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6) The ocean was beautiful but there were these sharp and pointy bones in it.&lt;br /&gt;
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7) We had a talent show and us boys did a Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. It was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;
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8) Snorkeling was super fun. Except for the small stings from the sea lice.&lt;br /&gt;
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9) I got 20 mosquito bites on my first night.&lt;br /&gt;
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10) They left us for 30 minutes in the jungle on our own for solo time. I may have seen a snake.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, Alexander has always been this enthusiastic. On his first day of school this year, even after he discovered his two best friends had been moved to another class together, he still returned home and announced: "I have a feeling this is going to be the best year ever!"&lt;br /&gt;
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At the pick-up location, his teacher and other supervisors all made a thumbs up sign in his direction and congratulated me on his great attitude during the trip.&lt;/div&gt;
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I really felt like I should come clean and said: "Thanks, but that's all him." Not really an outdoorsy person, here. You wouldn't have gotten that much enthusiasm from me. Especially not during the long trek to the cabins. My high school gym teacher told me I was part of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;No Sweat Society&lt;/i&gt;. My college roommates asked me (within hours of meeting me): "You've never been to camp have you?" I guess, asking them to leave the room so I could change was a dead giveaway.&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyway, as Alexander told me all about his unforgettable foray into the wild, I realized just how different our perception of what constitutes an amazing holiday is (&lt;i&gt;Aqua di Parma&lt;/i&gt; toiletries and espresso machines figure prominently in mine).&lt;br /&gt;
More importantly, I want him to stay this way. An unbelievably excited, unjaded eleven year old boy. I want to quote Federico Fellini and tell him: "Never lose your childish enthusiasm..."&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"He's my bruder."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Yesterday, Alexander left for a 5 day school expedition to Tioman Island in Malaysia (4 hr bus ride, 2hr ferry ride, and an 10 km trek through the jungle to get there... seriously?) I can't wait to find out how his clothing choice for a trek in the jungle (let's call it casual chic) worked out after he rejected my t-shirt suggestion. That will have to be another post but in the meantime, you can check out his trip from last year here:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.sg/2011/09/all-grown-up.html"&gt;http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.sg/2011/09/all-grown-up.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Eliot took her big brother's departure &lt;i&gt;much&lt;/i&gt; better than the first time he ever went away. She was only four at the time and it was brutal. As he left, she cried out desperately: "But he's my&lt;i&gt; bruder&lt;/i&gt; and I love him."&amp;nbsp;Now that Eliot is seven, things are a bit different. She still misses him but she is also basking in the glory of our undivided attention. And since she's home with a fever, it's normal attention multiplied by ten. Which is probably why I ended up doing what I usually refuse to do: voices. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;
All parents have some hidden talent. That secret thing they reserve for rainy days, emergency situations, visits with other children they are never going to see again. Magic tricks, baking cookies, crafts...I'm not good at any of these. If you hand me a paper and a crayon you are guaranteed a stick figure. Not surprisingly, the kids never ask me to draw anything for them.&lt;br /&gt;
What I am pretty decent at is voicing inanimate objects and making up stories. My children find this very entertaining (they don't get out a lot). I also do accents. The problem is that, even after two hours, they want more: "Do it again." Even after it's not funny anymore: "Do it again. Like you did before. Make it funnier."&lt;br /&gt;
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There's really no point here (see mental exhaustion) except for this: wait till the child is at least 18 to unveil that special talent you may have. Preferably on his way to college. That may sound cruel but if you're a parent you'll understand. "Kid, people get paid to make jokes. It's called stand up comedy."&lt;br /&gt;
On the plus side, when the laughter subsides, you may finally get answers to some burning questions:&lt;br /&gt;
"So Eliot, this boy you are always mentioning...do you like &amp;nbsp;him?"&lt;br /&gt;
What? He's my worst &lt;i&gt;emeny&lt;/i&gt;!!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~4/vSYu9tw7WC4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/feeds/775974830288340855/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/05/dont-be-your-worst-emeny.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/775974830288340855?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/775974830288340855?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~3/vSYu9tw7WC4/dont-be-your-worst-emeny.html" title="Don't Be Your Own Worst &quot;Emeny!&quot;" /><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000241163195476499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rAmEqHASIwE/TTzldB1na5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/11R4xuZhF9s/s220/cafe_chat02.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ksQANhFQayc/UZGcOOERi4I/AAAAAAAAAvU/NG5L9U3OzjE/s72-c/IMG_20120910_182601.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/05/dont-be-your-worst-emeny.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IGSHs_cSp7ImA9WhBUFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660513940612052363.post-4671856511152477056</id><published>2013-05-01T23:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-02T05:58:49.549-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-02T05:58:49.549-07:00</app:edited><title>Flattery Will Get You Everywhere</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mommy, you are&lt;i&gt; way&lt;/i&gt; prettier than Cruella De Vil."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Wow, thanks. &lt;i&gt;Way&lt;/i&gt; prettier than Cruella De Vil...that's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;
Just so you know, kid, that's not exactly the type of compliment I was aiming for.&amp;nbsp;Nor is it going to help you get a new puppy. I don't care how cute those dalmatians look.&lt;br /&gt;
But maybe I'm too sensitive. To be&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt; prettier than Cruella de Vil, is really not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;
Especially considering that just moments before Eliot was asking me:&amp;nbsp;"Mommy, are you Santa?" (I see why Eliot might be thinking of Christmas, it being 100 degrees and all.)&lt;br /&gt;
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At first, like all cunning parents suddenly faced with a child's doubt about the man in red, I panic. I guess it had to happen one day, but she's only seven. What was it that gave me away? Did she find her old&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Dear Santa&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;letters stashed away at the bottom of my closet...was it something I said?&lt;br /&gt;
Why do you ask?&lt;br /&gt;
"Well, Mommy, it's just that I never get what I want."&lt;br /&gt;
Now, wait a minute here. You think I'm Santa because you &lt;i&gt;don't&lt;/i&gt; get what you want. Seriously, who needs enemies when you have kids? This could be my lowest point as a parent (no, I'm not counting the time she got lost on an island).&lt;br /&gt;
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"Last summer I saw a heart locket in a store in Verona so I put it on my list to Santa but never got it. I know Santa would have just gotten it for me because he could fly there and then come back and put it under our tree here in Singapore. But you can't just fly back and forth...so you're Santa, right?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Is this a trick question? Do you have any idea how many air miles Santa has?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~4/HKpb-S0JU6o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/feeds/4671856511152477056/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/05/flattery-will-get-you-everywhere.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/4671856511152477056?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/4671856511152477056?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~3/HKpb-S0JU6o/flattery-will-get-you-everywhere.html" title="Flattery Will Get You Everywhere" /><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000241163195476499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rAmEqHASIwE/TTzldB1na5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/11R4xuZhF9s/s220/cafe_chat02.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46Juo2O5oDw/UYIECUR14DI/AAAAAAAAAu4/SQU7sqDiv0c/s72-c/1348246715_cruella-deville.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/05/flattery-will-get-you-everywhere.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMGSXo8fip7ImA9WhBVFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660513940612052363.post-3042881253938294463</id><published>2013-04-21T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-22T02:37:08.476-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-22T02:37:08.476-07:00</app:edited><title>10 Things I Didn't Know About Dubai</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Finally, a driver who doesn't talk back."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I just got back from a 36 hr whirlwind trip to Dubai where I discovered a thing or two I didn't know about this Arabic gem in the middle of the desert.&lt;br /&gt;
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1) Petrol is cheaper than water. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;
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2) Water is very expensive.&lt;br /&gt;
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3) Dubai is not the capital of the U.A.E. Abu Dhabi is.&lt;br /&gt;
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4) The specialty in Dubai is bread. For those coming from Asia, the absence of rice may come as a refreshing surprise...or shock.&lt;br /&gt;
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5) Chinatown is a mall.&lt;br /&gt;
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6) Bus stops along the streets have air conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;
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7) If you see a group of tourists with a guide in your hotel, don't worry, they're actually on a tour.&lt;br /&gt;
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8) There are pink taxi cabs driven by women that only pick up women (especially good if you're having a bad hair day). Women can also go in the cabs driven by men, hence, it's the men who actually have less choice.&lt;br /&gt;
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9) High speed sand driving on desert dunes...not for everybody.&lt;br /&gt;
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10) There is a souk (Arab market place) which is actually an exact replica of what you think a souk would be like. It's not ironic.&lt;br /&gt;
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In Dubai, there is the biggest mall in the world, the highest building in the world, the largest aquarium in the world...the list goes on. It's almost as though the urban planners get together once a week, hopped up on coffee, check out the guinness book of world records, and say: "You know what would be cool? The biggest....(fill in the blank)."&lt;br /&gt;
It's an architect's dream location.&lt;br /&gt;
So, if you are an aspiring architect who loves olives, hummus, camel rides, and swimming with dolphins... this is the place for you.&lt;br /&gt;
Small tip: Fly Emirates, the tiny cans with coke written in Arabic make great souvenirs for the kids waiting at home.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~4/x8YAPDkEgWQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/feeds/3042881253938294463/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/04/10-things-i-didnt-know-about-dubai.html#comment-form" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/3042881253938294463?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/3042881253938294463?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~3/x8YAPDkEgWQ/10-things-i-didnt-know-about-dubai.html" title="10 Things I Didn't Know About Dubai" /><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000241163195476499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rAmEqHASIwE/TTzldB1na5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/11R4xuZhF9s/s220/cafe_chat02.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tOZHZTKs7o4/UXTESjkBVjI/AAAAAAAAAuk/xKm0N0ro1-8/s72-c/IMG_20130420_172820.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/04/10-things-i-didnt-know-about-dubai.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEDRXs-eyp7ImA9WhBUFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660513940612052363.post-4507260293957031245</id><published>2013-04-15T00:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-02T23:31:14.553-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-02T23:31:14.553-07:00</app:edited><title>Nature vs Nurture</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Wait...take a photo of them first."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Alexander and Eliot grew up in the same household with the same parents, the same amount of love, the same rules...even the same scary bedtime stories (previously covered in&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.sg/2012/09/move-over-hunger-games_26.html"&gt;http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.sg/2012/09/move-over-hunger-games_26.html&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;
Yet, they are undoubtedly different. How different? Enough to make me a strong believer in &lt;i&gt;nature&lt;/i&gt; over &lt;i&gt;nurture&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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For example, unlike Alexander, Eliot prefers to set rather than clear the table.&lt;br /&gt;
She&amp;nbsp;carries the crystal vase bought in Dublin from across the room (yes, I do hold my breath), uses the linen napkins, and places the mats equidistant from each other. Alexander, on the other hand, is the speedy gonzales of table clearers...he even leaves behind a few crumbs for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;
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When Eliot doesn't want to go to school it's usually because she hasn't finished an assignment. That has never stopped Alexander.&lt;br /&gt;
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While Alexander, if allowed, could watch endless hours of television (ranging from &lt;i&gt;Mythbusters&lt;/i&gt; to &lt;i&gt;Navy Seals Training&lt;/i&gt; specials), if the show Eliot likes isn't on, she just turns off the TV (what a novel idea) and plays in her room.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eliot seems to get more attached to her things than Alexander. Yesterday, after agreeing to throw away her first grade gym shoes, requested a photo of them first. So that she could remember them. &amp;nbsp;I could go on and on...but I won't. You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;
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The basic point of this post is that if you're a parent ...don't worry too much. Sure, you'll be the first person to be blamed when things go south but really it's out of your hands. You're just in the passenger seat. &lt;i&gt;Nature&lt;/i&gt; is running the show and, incidentally, monopolizing the shoe closet space.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~4/AThufbZSM_0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/feeds/4507260293957031245/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/04/nature-vs-nurture.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/4507260293957031245?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/4507260293957031245?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~3/AThufbZSM_0/nature-vs-nurture.html" title="Nature vs Nurture" /><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000241163195476499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rAmEqHASIwE/TTzldB1na5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/11R4xuZhF9s/s220/cafe_chat02.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V8bmM4Xs8sg/UVJwL09DLfI/AAAAAAAAAuM/nlvf4sl5cVM/s72-c/IMG_20121219_083756.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/04/nature-vs-nurture.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMGRXs7fyp7ImA9WhBXEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660513940612052363.post-3283670002253596278</id><published>2013-03-24T23:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-25T03:13:44.507-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-25T03:13:44.507-07:00</app:edited><title>Calogero Failla: Black Swan of Singapore</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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Remember the psychological thriller &lt;i&gt;Black Swan,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;starring oscar winner Natalie Portman, Mila Kunis, and Vincent Cassel? Who knew you could find that much intrigue, jealousy, and ambition in a ballet company? Calogero Failla, that's who. Over coffee yesterday, I had a chat with this Italian export who is now a professional dancer at the &lt;i&gt;Singapore Dance Theater&lt;/i&gt;. Failla, who has travelled the world for his art, left home at just fifteen. And if he had to do it over again? He would leave at nine.&lt;br /&gt;
Here are my &lt;i&gt;10 questions to an expat&lt;/i&gt; (edited version), for the unedited you'll have to wait for the book!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1) So Calogero, how long have you lived in Singapore?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Six months.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;2) Where are you from originally?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ragusa, Sicily.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;3) What brought you here?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ballet. I don't travel for tourism, only for work.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;4) What do you do in your spare time?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don't like to go out drinking or to discos...I like to sit in a cafe' and write. Poems and stories.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;5) What do you like about Singapore?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People are quite reserved here. Although, sometimes they are too detached. The &lt;i&gt;pas de deux&lt;/i&gt; is like making love...it takes two people. Otherwise it doesn't work. Ballet may belong to everybody but it is not for everybody.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;6) Interesting. So what do you like least?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The weather and the food.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;7) Never leave the house without?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A notebook and a pen.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;8) Best weekend trip?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I usually work on weekends. The daily regime of a dancer is very tough. If we have no shows on the weekend and are not on tour, I usually just take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;9) Interesting fact people don't know about you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I know how to cook. My specialty is pasta with red pesto. I will have to make it for you one day.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;10) Gladly. So what advice would you give someone who is about to move here?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Go back. Just kidding. But seriously, it depends on what you want to do here. Asia is not for everybody.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~4/6xnqPelVDtc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/feeds/3283670002253596278/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/03/calogero-failla-black-swan-of-singapore.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/3283670002253596278?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/3283670002253596278?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~3/6xnqPelVDtc/calogero-failla-black-swan-of-singapore.html" title="Calogero Failla: Black Swan of Singapore" /><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000241163195476499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rAmEqHASIwE/TTzldB1na5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/11R4xuZhF9s/s220/cafe_chat02.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vncI5V5rRg4/UU-ouuUZsCI/AAAAAAAAAt0/x4e9YP31Znc/s72-c/405307_3805271939651_3362386_n-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/03/calogero-failla-black-swan-of-singapore.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cDQ305eip7ImA9WhBXEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660513940612052363.post-144355830131553961</id><published>2013-03-23T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-24T19:37:52.322-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-24T19:37:52.322-07:00</app:edited><title>Stuff First Time Visitors to Singapore Say</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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1) It's like being on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;
2) Is it always so hot here?&lt;br /&gt;
3) It doesn't look like it's going to rain.&lt;br /&gt;
4) Why is the air con on all the time?&lt;br /&gt;
5) Can you turn the air con on?&lt;br /&gt;
6) I love walking.&lt;br /&gt;
7) Maybe we should take a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;
8) If I had a pool, I would always be by the pool.&lt;br /&gt;
9) I never get sunburnt...&lt;br /&gt;
10) Do they sell aloe vera?&lt;br /&gt;
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Introducing our expat of the month, Brianna Gardiol Foulds, beautiful wife and mother of three. When she's not training for a marathon, this Texan dynamo can be found at a Singapore Slingers game sporting cowboy boots and a huge smile.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1) So Brianna, how long have you lived in Singapore?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We moved here in October 2011, so about 16 months.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;2) Where are you from originally?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was born in Idaho but lived in Tokyo as a child. My family finally settled in Texas, which is where I moved to Singapore from.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;3) What brought you here?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
My husband Todd's job. He manages a team for a US based tech company.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;4) What do you do in your spare time?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;My free time is pretty random and never scheduled far in advance. I volunteer at my kids' school, go running, catch a daytime movie with my friends. I think a course in hot yoga and hip hop would be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;5) What do you like best about Singapore?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I LOVE that I have made so many friends from Singapore and from all over the world. I get to learn about about so many different cultures and traditions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;6) What do you like least?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Durian. Seriously...who thought it would be a good idea to put something that smelled that awful into your mouth?!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;7) Never leave the house without?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A hair band and a scrunchie. I have to control my frizzy hair! If only I had lived here in the 80's my hair would be rockin'.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;8) Best weekend trip?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We have not traveled a lot yet but we do have some trips coming up: Kota Kinabalu (on the island of Borneo in Malaysia), Khao Lak in Thailand, Beijing, and Siem Reap in Cambodia. I'm not sure which one I'm most excited for.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;9) Interesting fact people don't know about you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I started a facebook group because I couldn't find Cheez Wiz for a recipe for my first Thanksgiving dinner away from home. Yes, Cheez Wiz was the motivation behind a group that now has over 800 members in it. I also have a motorcycle license.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;10) And finally, what advice would you give someone who is about to move here?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Be prepared for the ups and downs of being an expat. Not every day is going to be filled with rainbows and unicorns. But make the most of it because before you know it your assignment here will be over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~4/hUFXsz4aaJc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/feeds/5068352182707946201/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/03/10-question-to-expat-beautiful-brianna.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/5068352182707946201?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/5068352182707946201?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~3/hUFXsz4aaJc/10-question-to-expat-beautiful-brianna.html" title="10 Question To An Expat: Beautiful Brianna" /><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000241163195476499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rAmEqHASIwE/TTzldB1na5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/11R4xuZhF9s/s220/cafe_chat02.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QvuWAUJLeRM/UUL9KuSkZpI/AAAAAAAAAsE/gu2Xfv4OO0s/s72-c/AshleyMakPhotography-6036-2-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/03/10-question-to-expat-beautiful-brianna.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4BRHw-eCp7ImA9WhBQEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660513940612052363.post-5925264012814275565</id><published>2013-03-11T21:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-13T23:02:35.250-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-13T23:02:35.250-07:00</app:edited><title>Ten Sure Signs You Are At An International School in Singapore</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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"Please, sir, I want some more..."&lt;/div&gt;
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A few weeks ago, I was invited to give a writing workshop at a prestigious international school in Singapore. As expected, it was great fun to meet such an engaged group of students. Afterwards, over a delicious meal of naan and curry, I wondered if there were any tell tale signs that I was at one of those landmark institutions in Singapore: the&amp;nbsp;international school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Here's what I noticed:&lt;/div&gt;
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1) The kids' sneakers cost more than my handbag.&lt;/div&gt;
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2) There's an olympic sized pool.&lt;/div&gt;
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3) There's kayaking for P.E.&lt;/div&gt;
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4) Students walk around with water bottles. You know, for the drought you haven't heard about yet.&lt;/div&gt;
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5) Lunchtime looks like a mini UN convention.&lt;/div&gt;
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6) Kids have a hard time pronouncing their best friend's name.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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7) Field trips include skiing in the Alps and trekking in the Himalayas.&lt;/div&gt;
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8) Kids only see their grandparents on skype.&lt;/div&gt;
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9) On the day back from school holidays, most kids walk around in a jetlagged stupor.&lt;/div&gt;
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10) The canteen has its own clay pot tandoori oven (see photo above).&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kQTVfaif03k/UTqItyWVwUI/AAAAAAAAArs/JhX48EUC_cQ/s1600/IMG_20130201_215000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kQTVfaif03k/UTqItyWVwUI/AAAAAAAAArs/JhX48EUC_cQ/s400/IMG_20130201_215000.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eliot lost another tooth. That is a big deal for a kid. Before bedtime, she wrote a carefully worded missive and wondered if the tooth fairy would be coming.&lt;br /&gt;
Because even a 7 yr old knows there are no certainties in life. Especially at night time.&lt;br /&gt;
A couple of nights ago, I read her a short story by Oscar Wilde called &lt;i&gt;The Star Child&lt;/i&gt;. It's about a young boy who rejects his mother because she is a beggar woman. He was stolen from her as a baby in the forest and she only finds him after a desperate search that has lasted for years and left her destitute. But the child is not happy to see her since he had always imagined and told his friends he was a royal prince. He is disgusted by her ugliness and embarrassed by her poverty so he throws stones at her and calls her names. This image really upset Eliot, especially when I volunteered: "What if that were me?" &lt;br /&gt;
Last night, an old fear came back with a vengeance- her fear of crocodiles. Nothing I could say was comforting. Not even that there are no crocodiles in Singapore. She quickly pointed out: "What about the zoo? I saw one at the zoo." I ended up just sitting next to her and singing the song I used to sing when I rocked her to sleep as a baby&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Knick Knack Paddy Whack Give a Dog a Bone.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;She finally dozed off clutching my hand and her bear.&lt;br /&gt;
I definitely prefer her daytime fears: "I don't want to do a spelling test. I wish we could have a spice test, instead." Clearly, years of eating curry noodles have given her incredible confidence.&lt;br /&gt;
Do you still remember the things you feared as a child?&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~4/ohsmas3iavs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/feeds/8748904496947174349/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/03/does-tooth-fairy-come-to-singapore.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/8748904496947174349?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/8748904496947174349?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~3/ohsmas3iavs/does-tooth-fairy-come-to-singapore.html" title="Does The Tooth Fairy Come To Singapore?" /><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000241163195476499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rAmEqHASIwE/TTzldB1na5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/11R4xuZhF9s/s220/cafe_chat02.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kQTVfaif03k/UTqItyWVwUI/AAAAAAAAArs/JhX48EUC_cQ/s72-c/IMG_20130201_215000.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/03/does-tooth-fairy-come-to-singapore.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cBRHY4eCp7ImA9WhBRFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660513940612052363.post-4183142577608084289</id><published>2013-03-05T19:33:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2013-03-05T19:37:35.830-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-05T19:37:35.830-08:00</app:edited><title>Signs You Are Not Slumming It In Singapore</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HArQ2hIxCOU/UTa3osJ-g1I/AAAAAAAAArc/ADS1o5Qr0nw/s1600/IMG_20130104_122726.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HArQ2hIxCOU/UTa3osJ-g1I/AAAAAAAAArc/ADS1o5Qr0nw/s400/IMG_20130104_122726.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a bargain!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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1) You eat cheese.&lt;br /&gt;
2) You drink wine.&lt;br /&gt;
3) You have a car.&lt;br /&gt;
4) You have a child. That child goes to school.&lt;br /&gt;
5) You buy your fruit from Isetan.&lt;br /&gt;
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(For reference: $59 sing dollars for 1 melon= 47 US dollars or 30 GB pounds or 35 euros.)&lt;br /&gt;
Unfortunately, I cut off the top part of the sign which says: On sale. At least, they have a sense of humor...I think.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~4/hd49aI6QPFY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/feeds/4183142577608084289/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/03/signs-you-are-not-slumming-it-in.html#comment-form" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/4183142577608084289?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/4183142577608084289?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~3/hd49aI6QPFY/signs-you-are-not-slumming-it-in.html" title="Signs You Are Not Slumming It In Singapore" /><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000241163195476499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rAmEqHASIwE/TTzldB1na5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/11R4xuZhF9s/s220/cafe_chat02.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HArQ2hIxCOU/UTa3osJ-g1I/AAAAAAAAArc/ADS1o5Qr0nw/s72-c/IMG_20130104_122726.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/03/signs-you-are-not-slumming-it-in.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAERns9fSp7ImA9WhBSF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660513940612052363.post-6199916229908877187</id><published>2013-02-24T16:38:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-24T16:38:27.565-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-24T16:38:27.565-08:00</app:edited><title>Guess who went to school today...by mistake?</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb9e4dhbBio/USqwlhxM2mI/AAAAAAAAArI/bbEtdbLyCAQ/s1600/289224_10150278932548995_4585536_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb9e4dhbBio/USqwlhxM2mI/AAAAAAAAArI/bbEtdbLyCAQ/s400/289224_10150278932548995_4585536_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Where is everybody?"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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You might think, that after a two week Chinese New Year holiday, school would be starting on the Monday after the two weeks...you'd be wrong. Tell tale signs: deserted school, empty canteen, and no nurse measuring temperatures...school starts tomorrow (Tuesday).&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~4/mZThhwN3XvU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/feeds/6199916229908877187/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/02/guess-who-went-to-school-todayby-mistake.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/6199916229908877187?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/6199916229908877187?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~3/mZThhwN3XvU/guess-who-went-to-school-todayby-mistake.html" title="Guess who went to school today...by mistake?" /><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000241163195476499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rAmEqHASIwE/TTzldB1na5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/11R4xuZhF9s/s220/cafe_chat02.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb9e4dhbBio/USqwlhxM2mI/AAAAAAAAArI/bbEtdbLyCAQ/s72-c/289224_10150278932548995_4585536_o.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/02/guess-who-went-to-school-todayby-mistake.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUERnk9eSp7ImA9WhBSFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660513940612052363.post-4775280734042472271</id><published>2013-02-21T19:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-21T19:36:47.761-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-21T19:36:47.761-08:00</app:edited><title>Sure Signs You Are Homesick</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t8o-82c6xb8/USbjRiVPwRI/AAAAAAAAAq0/mueaUi3lThk/s1600/DSC00532.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t8o-82c6xb8/USbjRiVPwRI/AAAAAAAAAq0/mueaUi3lThk/s400/DSC00532.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What she said..."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
1) The screen saver on your computer is a photo of your hometown.&lt;br /&gt;
2) The homepage is your local newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;
3) When you speak with your family any mention of the weather (regardless of what it is) makes you wistful. "Foggy? Really...awww."&lt;br /&gt;
4) You spend $25 for a&lt;i&gt; pandoro&lt;/i&gt; (Italian cake).&lt;br /&gt;
5) You get defensive about incorrect portrayals of your city on film.&lt;br /&gt;
6) You check airplane fares on line.&lt;br /&gt;
7) Skyping is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;
8) You dream about the apricot filled croissants you eat at your favorite cafe (see photo above).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What signs do you display when you're feeling homesick?&lt;br /&gt;
Please feel free to add...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~4/hLRH54_htbw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/feeds/4775280734042472271/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/02/sure-signs-you-are-homesick.html#comment-form" title="15 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/4775280734042472271?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/4775280734042472271?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~3/hLRH54_htbw/sure-signs-you-are-homesick.html" title="Sure Signs You Are Homesick" /><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000241163195476499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rAmEqHASIwE/TTzldB1na5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/11R4xuZhF9s/s220/cafe_chat02.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t8o-82c6xb8/USbjRiVPwRI/AAAAAAAAAq0/mueaUi3lThk/s72-c/DSC00532.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>15</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/02/sure-signs-you-are-homesick.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIERn8yeip7ImA9WhBSEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660513940612052363.post-7414009512868606516</id><published>2013-02-17T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-17T17:55:07.192-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-17T17:55:07.192-08:00</app:edited><title>If Downton Abbey Were Set in Singapore</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eRaKnfxQahk/URXEZQTW6FI/AAAAAAAAAqg/MgcbC6jnSlg/s1600/DowntonAbbey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eRaKnfxQahk/URXEZQTW6FI/AAAAAAAAAqg/MgcbC6jnSlg/s400/DowntonAbbey.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Do they have scones?"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1) Lady Cora would be wearing Prada.&lt;br /&gt;
2) Matthew Crawley would be driving a Ferrari.&lt;br /&gt;
3) The air con bills would be outrageous.&lt;br /&gt;
4) The kitchen would have a nespresso machine.&lt;br /&gt;
5) Lady Edith would have her hair rebonded.&lt;br /&gt;
6) Anna and Mr. Bates would apply for an HDB flat.&lt;br /&gt;
7) There would be chili crab for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;
8) The maids would have handphones.&lt;br /&gt;
9) There would be no durian allowed upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;
10) Lord Grantham would like the favorable taxes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~4/IaayC0uSyug" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/feeds/7414009512868606516/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/02/if-downton-abbey-were-set-in-singapore.html#comment-form" title="13 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/7414009512868606516?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/7414009512868606516?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~3/IaayC0uSyug/if-downton-abbey-were-set-in-singapore.html" title="If Downton Abbey Were Set in Singapore" /><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000241163195476499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rAmEqHASIwE/TTzldB1na5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/11R4xuZhF9s/s220/cafe_chat02.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eRaKnfxQahk/URXEZQTW6FI/AAAAAAAAAqg/MgcbC6jnSlg/s72-c/DowntonAbbey.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/02/if-downton-abbey-were-set-in-singapore.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UGRXw5eSp7ImA9WhBTE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660513940612052363.post-2188389101239726485</id><published>2013-02-07T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-08T19:40:24.221-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-08T19:40:24.221-08:00</app:edited><title>Sure Signs You Are in a Taxi in Singapore</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yXJPoTLUBf0/URRwE3KGKwI/AAAAAAAAAqI/KowQj9UKctc/s1600/images-3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yXJPoTLUBf0/URRwE3KGKwI/AAAAAAAAAqI/KowQj9UKctc/s400/images-3.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You talkin' to me?"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1) Driver turns without signaling.&lt;br /&gt;
2) Kids call the driver uncle.&lt;br /&gt;
3) Driver expects you to tell him how to get where you want to go.&lt;br /&gt;
4) You're feeling lucky. Two previous taxis refused to pick you up after they heard your destination shaking their head vigorously 'no' they drove off...leaving you feeling only slightly less rejected than a middle grader looking for a seat at the canteen on his first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;
5) You're feeling really lucky...it's raining. And no, it's not an impression, there really are less taxis around.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~4/ltp31Eu1G3w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/feeds/2188389101239726485/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/02/sure-signs-you-are-in-taxi-in-singapore.html#comment-form" title="16 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/2188389101239726485?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/2188389101239726485?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~3/ltp31Eu1G3w/sure-signs-you-are-in-taxi-in-singapore.html" title="Sure Signs You Are in a Taxi in Singapore" /><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000241163195476499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rAmEqHASIwE/TTzldB1na5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/11R4xuZhF9s/s220/cafe_chat02.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yXJPoTLUBf0/URRwE3KGKwI/AAAAAAAAAqI/KowQj9UKctc/s72-c/images-3.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/02/sure-signs-you-are-in-taxi-in-singapore.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAFQX49eyp7ImA9WhNaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660513940612052363.post-8314061359073977039</id><published>2013-02-03T20:52:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-03T21:11:50.063-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-03T21:11:50.063-08:00</app:edited><title>Sure Signs You Are at a Starbucks in Singapore</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hSCCftDSgbY/UQ88475bI7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/0Y5nCX6Hpzo/s1600/IMG_20130129_082609.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hSCCftDSgbY/UQ88475bI7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/0Y5nCX6Hpzo/s400/IMG_20130129_082609.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Pick me, pick me."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1) It's colder than the average Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;
2) They sell green tea chai latte.&lt;br /&gt;
3) The staff speaks Malay.&lt;br /&gt;
4) When purchasing a venti size beverage you are rewarded with Lunar New Year red packets.&lt;br /&gt;
5) The teddy bear on sale has a snake on its shoulders to celebrate the year of the snake.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Happy Lunar New Year everybody!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~4/qHmN8baG_SQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/feeds/8314061359073977039/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/02/sure-signs-you-are-at-starbucks-in.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/8314061359073977039?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/8314061359073977039?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~3/qHmN8baG_SQ/sure-signs-you-are-at-starbucks-in.html" title="Sure Signs You Are at a Starbucks in Singapore" /><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000241163195476499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rAmEqHASIwE/TTzldB1na5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/11R4xuZhF9s/s220/cafe_chat02.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hSCCftDSgbY/UQ88475bI7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/0Y5nCX6Hpzo/s72-c/IMG_20130129_082609.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/02/sure-signs-you-are-at-starbucks-in.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8CQXs9eyp7ImA9WhNaFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660513940612052363.post-9113094947897543851</id><published>2013-01-30T22:29:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-30T22:31:00.563-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-30T22:31:00.563-08:00</app:edited><title>"I'm just a baby..."</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d_u4EUuLgeE/UQoOPdJK-bI/AAAAAAAAApg/JIKjebEf2P4/s1600/320980_10151374131934708_73448125_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d_u4EUuLgeE/UQoOPdJK-bI/AAAAAAAAApg/JIKjebEf2P4/s400/320980_10151374131934708_73448125_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"More importantly, am I coming to Singapore when you play there?"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I guess my little brother took my last post on strollers to heart...here's a little gem illustrating why Julian doesn't need a stroller for his newborn, Nikita.&lt;br /&gt;
It's so cute I just had to share it!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JyreUcrgkYw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JyreUcrgkYw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
P.S. I guess the sleepless nights with the baby haven't sapped his creative energy!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~4/pXy3TwWl6M4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/feeds/9113094947897543851/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/01/im-just-baby.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/9113094947897543851?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/9113094947897543851?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~3/pXy3TwWl6M4/im-just-baby.html" title="&quot;I'm just a baby...&quot;" /><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000241163195476499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rAmEqHASIwE/TTzldB1na5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/11R4xuZhF9s/s220/cafe_chat02.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d_u4EUuLgeE/UQoOPdJK-bI/AAAAAAAAApg/JIKjebEf2P4/s72-c/320980_10151374131934708_73448125_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/01/im-just-baby.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYGSH06eCp7ImA9WhNaEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660513940612052363.post-5286303649514266281</id><published>2013-01-26T21:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-26T22:28:49.310-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-26T22:28:49.310-08:00</app:edited><title>To Stroll or Not To Stroll...</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KHWqM41l8Xo/UQS8uFyDslI/AAAAAAAAApM/hmVwtTZcdek/s1600/SANY0033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KHWqM41l8Xo/UQS8uFyDslI/AAAAAAAAApM/hmVwtTZcdek/s400/SANY0033.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Where's my latte?"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My brother is undecided about getting a stroller for his newborn baby.&lt;br /&gt;
I could tell him how the stroller was Alexander's bed, his home away from home. How the custom made hooks (thanks Pa) hanging from the handle allowed me to carry huge bags of groceries through the crowds along Grafton St. in Dublin, or how the underlying pocket carried sweaters, water bottles, handbag, diaper bag, books, toys, Eliot's favorite plasmon Italian cookies. Cookies!! Do you know how vital cookies can be when you have a crying baby in a long line at the post office?&lt;br /&gt;
Now that I think about it,&amp;nbsp;the baby stroller was a lifesaver, a game changer...not to mention, the closest I've ever come to owning a vehicle!&lt;br /&gt;
Then again, maybe there's a reason I don't have a driver's license.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~4/ZnuQ79YKk5I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/feeds/5286303649514266281/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/01/to-stroll-or-not-to-stroll.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/5286303649514266281?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/5286303649514266281?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~3/ZnuQ79YKk5I/to-stroll-or-not-to-stroll.html" title="To Stroll or Not To Stroll..." /><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000241163195476499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rAmEqHASIwE/TTzldB1na5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/11R4xuZhF9s/s220/cafe_chat02.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KHWqM41l8Xo/UQS8uFyDslI/AAAAAAAAApM/hmVwtTZcdek/s72-c/SANY0033.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/01/to-stroll-or-not-to-stroll.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MMQHg5eyp7ImA9WhNaFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660513940612052363.post-2174674108352051698</id><published>2013-01-26T19:59:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-28T22:38:01.623-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-28T22:38:01.623-08:00</app:edited><title>Is Anybody Down There?</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YEk--k-Zoyw/UQSjm9Qd_ZI/AAAAAAAAAo4/liwM5YyRiNM/s1600/225147_225420564138917_2650548_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YEk--k-Zoyw/UQSjm9Qd_ZI/AAAAAAAAAo4/liwM5YyRiNM/s400/225147_225420564138917_2650548_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I promise I'll do my homework on time!"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
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Zip flying at the MegaZip obstacle course at Sentosa. If you don't mind the 20 min taxi ride and look forward to having your kids dangle perilously in the air, while you get some alone time...then this is a must-do activity for you! I forgot to include it in the list I made last week:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.sg/2012/12/fun-things-to-do-with-kids-in-singapore.html"&gt;http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.sg/2012/12/fun-things-to-do-with-kids-in-singapore.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but it really deserved it's own post and photo. After all, a picture is worth a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;
Please continue sending me your own ideas and I will post them here!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~4/2Eby5r4coYM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/feeds/2174674108352051698/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/01/is-anybody-down-there.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/2174674108352051698?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/2174674108352051698?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~3/2Eby5r4coYM/is-anybody-down-there.html" title="Is Anybody Down There?" /><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000241163195476499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rAmEqHASIwE/TTzldB1na5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/11R4xuZhF9s/s220/cafe_chat02.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YEk--k-Zoyw/UQSjm9Qd_ZI/AAAAAAAAAo4/liwM5YyRiNM/s72-c/225147_225420564138917_2650548_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/01/is-anybody-down-there.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08NQXc-eCp7ImA9WhNaEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660513940612052363.post-7501758280601909948</id><published>2013-01-25T16:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-26T20:44:50.950-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-26T20:44:50.950-08:00</app:edited><title>Stuff Posh Expats in Singapore Like</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
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1) Black and white houses&lt;br /&gt;
2) Fundraiser galas&lt;br /&gt;
3) Wine tasting events&lt;br /&gt;
4) Shangri-la on Sentosa&lt;br /&gt;
5) Bringing the kids to Lapland to see Santa. Alternatively, Tanglin Mall&lt;br /&gt;
6) Renting private islands&lt;br /&gt;
7) Installing cable television in the maid's room&lt;br /&gt;
8) Renovating rustic farmhouses in Provence&lt;br /&gt;
9) Traveling to Bhutan&lt;br /&gt;
10) UWC&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. Yes, I do realize that n. 9: &lt;i&gt;Traveling to Bhutan&lt;/i&gt; already appeared in&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Stuff Expats in Singapore Like&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.sg/2012/12/stuff-expats-in-singapore-like.html"&gt;http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.sg/2012/12/stuff-expats-in-singapore-like.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
What can I say? That's just how much they like it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~4/d4VPE4WOuWg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/feeds/7501758280601909948/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/01/stuff-posh-expats-in-singapore-like.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/7501758280601909948?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/7501758280601909948?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~3/d4VPE4WOuWg/stuff-posh-expats-in-singapore-like.html" title="Stuff Posh Expats in Singapore Like" /><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000241163195476499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rAmEqHASIwE/TTzldB1na5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/11R4xuZhF9s/s220/cafe_chat02.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1TQi6b1Fu8U/UQD_dwUNDGI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/5bSp4aC1qz4/s72-c/DSC03946.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/01/stuff-posh-expats-in-singapore-like.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YMQngzfyp7ImA9WhNbGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660513940612052363.post-4664997576647719650</id><published>2013-01-23T17:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-23T17:33:03.687-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-23T17:33:03.687-08:00</app:edited><title>Back To School</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ2D54qftHc/UQCGKA4Rg_I/AAAAAAAAAn8/dWSh-y4Ckgw/s1600/IMG_20130122_090158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ2D54qftHc/UQCGKA4Rg_I/AAAAAAAAAn8/dWSh-y4Ckgw/s400/IMG_20130122_090158.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Where's the naan?"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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On my way to United World College this morning for workshops and book signings...so excited!&lt;br /&gt;
I especially can't wait for the Q&amp;amp;A section with the high school students.&lt;br /&gt;
Should be interesting...I get my best material from these kids-so inspiring!&lt;br /&gt;
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I will, of course, be staying on for lunch. After all, how many school canteens do you know with a tandoori clay oven for freshly baked naan bread? &amp;nbsp;Alexander is always raving about it.&lt;br /&gt;
Which reminds me, I'll have to keep my eyes open for him-I couldn't possibly leave the school without giving him at least one gigantic hug in front of all his friends.&lt;br /&gt;
The boy expects it.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~4/s1vj9BiqnNM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/feeds/4664997576647719650/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/01/back-to-school.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/4664997576647719650?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/4664997576647719650?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~3/s1vj9BiqnNM/back-to-school.html" title="Back To School" /><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000241163195476499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rAmEqHASIwE/TTzldB1na5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/11R4xuZhF9s/s220/cafe_chat02.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ2D54qftHc/UQCGKA4Rg_I/AAAAAAAAAn8/dWSh-y4Ckgw/s72-c/IMG_20130122_090158.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/01/back-to-school.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AHRXc-eSp7ImA9WhNbF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660513940612052363.post-5741203001654722096</id><published>2013-01-15T20:33:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-20T18:35:34.951-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-20T18:35:34.951-08:00</app:edited><title>"And Then There Were None..."</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eTGYa3FI2hg/UPYmXlUTxJI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Gau2pBIbeAE/s1600/thank-you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eTGYa3FI2hg/UPYmXlUTxJI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Gau2pBIbeAE/s400/thank-you.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;And Then There Were None&lt;/i&gt;: title of a thrilling&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Agatha Christie&lt;/i&gt; play in which the suspects are mysteriously murdered one by one? Or, apt analogy of what I thought would happen if I started a blog.&lt;br /&gt;
Initially, one or two readers (that's why they're called friends), perhaps an innocent internet user who googled &lt;i&gt;best dumplings in Singapore&lt;/i&gt;...but I honestly assumed the 'fanbase' would peter out. Very quickly. Especially, after&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.sg/2009/11/maybe-it-wont-rain.html"&gt;http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.sg/2009/11/maybe-it-wont-rain.html&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; A post about rain in Singapore...really?&lt;br /&gt;
Instead, contrary to all logic, the blog has taken on a life of its own and this morning, I am as surprised as you, to see it hit 50,000 views! What's even more awesome is to see how disparate the audience is...Singapore and England fairly predictable....Afghanistan and Bahrain...not so much!&lt;br /&gt;
So, thank you reader! It would have been great to write an &lt;i&gt;Agatha Christie&lt;/i&gt; play...have the same ending as one? Not so much!&lt;br /&gt;
Fun little interview I did today for ExpatFocus:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.expatfocus.com/c/aid=918/expat-experiences/singapore/jennifer-gargiulo-singapore/"&gt;http://www.expatfocus.com/c/aid=918/expat-experiences/singapore/jennifer-gargiulo-singapore/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~4/YGgCbFD8V3I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/feeds/5741203001654722096/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/01/and-then-there-were-none.html#comment-form" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/5741203001654722096?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/5741203001654722096?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~3/YGgCbFD8V3I/and-then-there-were-none.html" title="&quot;And Then There Were None...&quot;" /><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000241163195476499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rAmEqHASIwE/TTzldB1na5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/11R4xuZhF9s/s220/cafe_chat02.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eTGYa3FI2hg/UPYmXlUTxJI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Gau2pBIbeAE/s72-c/thank-you.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/01/and-then-there-were-none.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MHRH48cCp7ImA9WhNUGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660513940612052363.post-86246508862090029</id><published>2013-01-06T05:24:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-10T20:43:55.078-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-10T20:43:55.078-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Julian" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal Musings" /><title>Carnegie Hall-Are Babies Allowed?</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What's a baby got to do to get dinner around here?"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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My little brother Julian is about to become a Dad for the first time. Very exciting! The only catch is that in the same week the baby is due, he is also scheduled to play a concert at &lt;i&gt;Carnegie Hall &lt;/i&gt;in New York City.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;The fact that he is currently living thousands of miles away in Athens, Greece with mom-to-be Elektra adds to the suspense. Will our young hero make it?&lt;br /&gt;
While some Dads are stepping outside the delivery room for a quick cigarette, Julian might literally be saying: "Honey, it's just a quick transatlantic flight. I'll be back in no time. You just keep pushing."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I really wanted to write a useful blog for the first time parents... maybe on things I wish I had known before having a baby ("What? They eat at night? That's ridiculous.") Or on&amp;nbsp;things that seemed like a good idea before but really weren't afterwards (i.e. the jogger stroller). If you're not a jogger to begin with it's highly unlikely you're going to suddenly start jogging. &amp;nbsp;I was lucky if I could keep my eyes open. I'll save that for another blog.&lt;br /&gt;
But I do wish I were there...in Athens, at &lt;i&gt;Carnegie&lt;/i&gt;, and most importantly outside the delivery room. Like you were, Jules, when you whispered right after Alexander was born: "Jen, he's really cute."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.carnegiehall.org/Calendar/2013/1/13/0730/PM/Julian-Gargiulo-Piano/"&gt;http://www.carnegiehall.org/Calendar/2013/1/13/0730/PM/Julian-Gargiulo-Piano/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.juliangargiulo.com/"&gt;www.juliangargiulo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Exciting update: Baby Nikita was born yesterday. 3.3 kgs of cuteness. Mother and baby doing well!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~4/aKuGIAdVhbU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/feeds/86246508862090029/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/01/carnegie-hall-are-babies-allowed.html#comment-form" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/86246508862090029?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/86246508862090029?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~3/aKuGIAdVhbU/carnegie-hall-are-babies-allowed.html" title="Carnegie Hall-Are Babies Allowed?" /><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000241163195476499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rAmEqHASIwE/TTzldB1na5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/11R4xuZhF9s/s220/cafe_chat02.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vpvEaZ-Ss6M/UOl5lVLlldI/AAAAAAAAAnA/aXOcquMBlGo/s72-c/Screen+shot+2013-01-06+at+PM+09.17.03.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2013/01/carnegie-hall-are-babies-allowed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIARH4zeSp7ImA9WhNUFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660513940612052363.post-2682336331259236157</id><published>2012-12-30T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-08T01:49:05.081-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-08T01:49:05.081-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alexander" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Singapore" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal Musings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Eliot" /><title>Fun Things To Do With Kids in Singapore</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Are we having fun yet?"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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As promised, here is a list of 10 fun things to do in Singapore with your kids during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;
If you, like me, hate crafts, long car trips, and anything involving a roller coaster, then this is the list for you.&lt;br /&gt;
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1) Swimming outdoors...it's Singapore, after all. (Tip: take a book and large hat...just so they realize you're not actually jumping in the pool with them.)&lt;br /&gt;
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2) Go to the bookstore &lt;i&gt;Kinokuniya&lt;/i&gt; in Takashimaya. Hours of fabulous browsing and reading.&lt;br /&gt;
You may or may not want to avoid stationery area-depending on your disposable income.&lt;br /&gt;
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3) Have a yummy breakfast of masala dhosai in Little India. Good way to assess your kids' spicy index.&lt;br /&gt;
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4) Go to the movies. Just remember to check the rating first. &lt;i&gt;Les Miserables&lt;/i&gt; was rated NC16-go figure.&lt;br /&gt;
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5) Ice skating at the new olympic rink (@&lt;i&gt;JCube&lt;/i&gt; Jurong). Allow some time beforehand to buy matching hat and gloves. At least an hour if you have Italian kids.&lt;br /&gt;
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6) Dumplings at &lt;i&gt;Din Tai Fung&lt;/i&gt;-what's not to love?&lt;br /&gt;
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7) Watching &lt;i&gt;Mythbusters&lt;/i&gt; with your kids on TV.&lt;br /&gt;
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8) Grocery shopping followed by a stop at the local food court for kimchi fried rice and Korean Bbq. (Yes, I do realize most of my activities involve eating...blame my kids and wide array of choices in Singapore.)&lt;br /&gt;
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9) &lt;i&gt;Legoland&lt;/i&gt; in Malaysia (full disclosure: we still need to go). But it is on my kids' wish list and is just a forty minute drive away.&lt;br /&gt;
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10) And finally, take them to visit their Dad's office for a surprise visit. (Tip:&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Accidentally&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;leave one of them there.)&lt;br /&gt;
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What do &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; like to do with your kids during the holidays? Please add...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~4/L-yO4cYpNlU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/feeds/2682336331259236157/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2012/12/fun-things-to-do-with-kids-in-singapore.html#comment-form" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/2682336331259236157?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660513940612052363/posts/default/2682336331259236157?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiaryOfAnExpatInSingapore/~3/L-yO4cYpNlU/fun-things-to-do-with-kids-in-singapore.html" title="Fun Things To Do With Kids in Singapore" /><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000241163195476499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rAmEqHASIwE/TTzldB1na5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/11R4xuZhF9s/s220/cafe_chat02.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-myrxqwmiufk/UN-WjD-BvmI/AAAAAAAAAmY/FYt5ILzWuWU/s72-c/IMG_20121227_184020.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://diaryofanexpatinsingapore.blogspot.com/2012/12/fun-things-to-do-with-kids-in-singapore.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcBRnk9cCp7ImA9WhNUFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660513940612052363.post-5414353296933450718</id><published>2012-12-27T17:30:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-06T20:14:17.768-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-06T20:14:17.768-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="10 Questions To An Expat" /><title>10 Questions To An Expat: Dazzling Donnaya</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Introducing Donnaya Antao, gorgeous wife and mother of two adorable children, Joshua and Katerina. When she's not cooking up a veritable storm of Thai delicacies in the kitchen, you may find her strumming away at the piano.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1) So Donnaya, how long have you lived in Singapore?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Two and a half years.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;2) Where are you from originally?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Bangkok, Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;3) What brought you here?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
My husband Peter is an engineer in the oil business. We moved here from Houston, Texas.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;4) What do you do in your spare time?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I do a lot of cooking, but if I have free time I practice the piano-trying to catch up with my kids!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;5) What do you like best about Singapore?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The convenience and the safety. It is so easy to live here.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;6) What do you like least?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The size of the condo apartments. I wish they were bigger.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;7) Never leave the house without?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Umbrella and a comb.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;8) Best weekend trip?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Phuket, Thailand. The beaches are beautiful and I love Thai food.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;9) Interesting fact people don't know about you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In my 20's, I was one of the college students selected to represent Thailand in 11 different countries in South East Asia-I ended up meeting 11 prime ministers! It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;10) What advice would you give someone who is about to move here?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Bring a lot of money with you as housing, schools, and groceries are all very expensive! Also, do your shopping during the week because on the weekends malls are very crowded!&lt;br /&gt;
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