I met a new American friend here in Singapore. Ana, I met her at the Gaelic Dragon bbq and we got along great. She invited me to volunteer to help walk dogs at a place near the airport. I told her I would love to, so we exchanged numbers and set the date for today (2/12/12).
This morning I got the call and was very excited. I met up with Ana at the MRT station that was in the middle between ours. We got some coffee and hailed a taxi. Once we got there I was in shock. We were not volunteering for the ASPCA because that company was so full that it had a waiting list to volunteer (found that out a couple of months ago). Ana found this place because she found out about the ASPCA problem and just googled volunteering dog walking and found the place we went to.
The reason why I was in such shock was because there were a lot of dogs, there must have been over 100 dogs. There were different sections caged off. Some dogs didn't get along with others so they had to stay in the kennel. Ana reminded me to walk with confidence and show the dogs who was in control. There were dogs that were disabled and dogs who were sick and dogs who just needed homes. It was so sad to see this many dogs but I was happy I could do my part and help them out, even if it was just walking them.
We went to one kennel, Sky's, because Ana has grown an attachment with him. He had already been walked so we gave him a bath instead. Now if I knew this was going to be an option I would have worn my gym clothing instead of shorts and tank. But oh well, I had to do laundry anyways. This dog was very hyper, jumped all over and mouthed. It was a little nerve racking but I was good when Ana was in the kennel because you could tell they had a bond, He just loved her.
After his bath we went out and cleaned off and was asked to clean the puppies that were in the kennel in the front. Oh My Gosh did these puppies melt my heart. They were so adorable. We had to use medicated shampoo and noticed that one of the puppies had a swollen stomach, they said it was because of worms but I am not so sure about that. When we were in there the puppies were just loves. One just kept jumping up and nipping playfully at my pants, being a puppy really. The other one with the swollen belly was not so energetic but was loving just the same. We were told they did not like water, and it was true. But once we just started petting them while washing them down the pups were fine.
It broke my heart that the sweet puppies were in this small kennel. Once we left all they did was sit by the door, they didn't bark or anything, they just looked so pitiful. I wanted to take them home!
After that we had time to wash one more dog. We got Tommy, he was not allowed around other dogs but was okay with humans. Ana and I were a little hesitant to go in because the dog showed no emotion, no tail wagging, no barking, no nothing. But one of the other volunteers said not to be too hesitant and reminded us of the Dog Whisperer (lol). So I gained my confidence and went in, Ana followed behind. I finally got on his level and just started scratching his head and he seemed fine. We got to washing and man there was hair everywhere. Apparently it had been awhile since the dog had gotten washed. Once we were done I wanted to brush him out because there was so much hair. I did that and again, no emotion. It made me sad and wonder what happened to that pup.
After we left and said our goodbyes I started thinking about the dogs on the way home. It made me feel so sad, how many places like this were there around Singapore? People buy from pet stores and yet all these dogs need homes. I know there is this problem around the world but I had never seen a place like this before with so many dogs. It is heartbreaking but I am glad that I could help brighten a dogs day by walking or bathing them. I don't know how to explain the emotions I am going though with the place. There is no inside where they have relief from the heat, they are outside all the time, but maybe they are use to that. I do want to go back and help out but I am sure I will want to bring a pup home.
This also makes me think of our Bandit boy. We treat him like he is our son and being around all the dogs made me miss our boy that much more.
Sunday, 12 February 2012
Sunday, 29 January 2012
Friendship
One word explains a lot. Friendship, everyone has a different definition of this word. I value this word with my entire heart. I didn't have a big family growing up, I had my sister, my dad and my mom. Once my parents divorced I clung to them. I am still friends with a lot of people from my elementary days, most of them are very close to me till this day. Others well have moved on.
Because of my small family that got torn apart and slowly put back together I have always treated my close friends like family. I was there when my Chase man was born, beat his mother to the hospital and he is now 7 and I still tell him that story. I was there the day (not when but after work) my homie Cadence was born, she is now 3. Weddings, funerals, hand holding after breakups and excitement for new relationships and engagements, these friends are my family.
I never thought that living in Singapore I would have to face the fact that friends are going to become distant to the point where you start questioning everything from what you did to if the person is still okay.
When you are upset, excited, or have nothing better to do you usually call on friends. See what they are up to, ask their opinion on things, talk about everything. Being in Singapore it's a lot harder to do that. When I am sad, excited or have nothing better to do I lean on Dustin. This is what I am suppose to do, he is going to be my husband, he is my best friend. The problem is, everyone can't just rely on their significant others, they go to their best friends, we all need time with our family.
It's hard, people are busy or they don't have much access to internet. Not to mention, I am on the other side of the world. So I send emails, messages on facebook and sometimes, when I am lucky, I get to see them on skype or facetime. I feel like I am being a demanding friend, sending emails, bothering people but I get lonely and just want to check in on my friends and see how they are doing. It's not an every day thing either, it's maybe once a month if that. I have gotten some responses but some I haven't heard from since I moved here. I know, Life gets in the way, people have kids and things like that so that is what makes me think that I am being selfish.
I have no out let here. I have my husband to be but that's about it. I have been upset lately and it was to the point of this morning (the 29th) where all I wanted to do was talk to my mom (I vent to her often), because usually she is just a phone call away, but here, not so much. Thankfully I had a friend online and she was giving me words of advice and hated that I was going though some things. This person was on vacation, took time out of the day to calm me down on their vacation. I have only known this person for three years, I wouldn't have expected that from this person, or anyone for that matter, your on vacation. But I know if roles were reversed, I would be doing the same thing as this person was.
I posted things about how frustrated I was and was amazed at how our friends from Rhode Island were there to ask what they could do. Remember, they were Dustin's friends first but now have become really close to me, to the point of me wanting to move there if I get to take my mom and our neighbor Jason as well. These ladies and guys are so wonderful and have made me feel like family. I couldn't believe that they (yes all of them have kids) would take time out of their busy lives to help with what I needed. I am truly blessed to have become a part of Dustin's Rhode Island family.
The former roomies were there for me too. Honestly miss and love those guys and am lucky we are still such great friends after we have all parted ways residence wise.
I just don't understand why some, just don't try anymore. Like I said, I know life is busy for most, but if you have five minutes to spend on facebook, another five for pintrest, and to check email, wouldn't you have time to send a quick email explaining hey, I got your note, I am so busy I will be getting back to you by such and such time. Miss you. Something like that. Sounds bitchy right? I hate myself for thinking this way.
I have been doing a lot of searching for answers and haven't really come up with one. Quotes have helped me out but I don't have the guts to sit down and doubt friendship with others. Have we truly moved on? We are not the people we once were, we have all chanced in many ways over the years. Some have already cut off ties with me, I have no idea why. No warning, just poof no long friends on facebook and no longer want anything to do with me. I was so sad because I kept thinking, what have I done, what can I do to fix this. This person has been my friend for years, there must be something I can do. But then, is it worth it? They didn't want to fight to keep the friendship, they just moved on and became mean and hurtful. I will never understand it and am having a hard time moving on.
So how do we do it? How do we just cut ties with people we have known, trusted and treated like family? It's not like I want to burn my bridges, but should I distance myself like some have done? Should I just stop worrying about what others think and do it? I am a worrier, thats what I have done since I was really little (ask my parents). So I worry, what's going on, what do people think, how can I fix myself to be the person they want me to be because I value that friendship that much? How does that make me look then? Why has our friendship faded? Have I become a worse person?
It's easy to answer the questions, if they don't like you then why keep them in your life, don't fight for someone who is not willing to fight for you. The words are easy to say but the actions are harder. To actually cut off a friendship is a lot harder and how do you do it 10,000 miles away. I am afraid that if I distance myself from some, all of them are going to see that and not like it and then I will end up with no friends at all except Dustin. I don't want to put him though that (ha ha) but what do I do? I do have a lot of time on my hands so I over think things, but I guess it will take time to come to the decision of distancing myself from others, we shall see I guess.
Thanks for reading and listening to me vent everyone. I value your friendship and have no idea what I would do with out you all in my life. You all help me become a great person, after all friendship and family help mold a person right? I miss you all and can not wait to be back home and see you all! xoxo
Because of my small family that got torn apart and slowly put back together I have always treated my close friends like family. I was there when my Chase man was born, beat his mother to the hospital and he is now 7 and I still tell him that story. I was there the day (not when but after work) my homie Cadence was born, she is now 3. Weddings, funerals, hand holding after breakups and excitement for new relationships and engagements, these friends are my family.
I never thought that living in Singapore I would have to face the fact that friends are going to become distant to the point where you start questioning everything from what you did to if the person is still okay.
When you are upset, excited, or have nothing better to do you usually call on friends. See what they are up to, ask their opinion on things, talk about everything. Being in Singapore it's a lot harder to do that. When I am sad, excited or have nothing better to do I lean on Dustin. This is what I am suppose to do, he is going to be my husband, he is my best friend. The problem is, everyone can't just rely on their significant others, they go to their best friends, we all need time with our family.
It's hard, people are busy or they don't have much access to internet. Not to mention, I am on the other side of the world. So I send emails, messages on facebook and sometimes, when I am lucky, I get to see them on skype or facetime. I feel like I am being a demanding friend, sending emails, bothering people but I get lonely and just want to check in on my friends and see how they are doing. It's not an every day thing either, it's maybe once a month if that. I have gotten some responses but some I haven't heard from since I moved here. I know, Life gets in the way, people have kids and things like that so that is what makes me think that I am being selfish.
I have no out let here. I have my husband to be but that's about it. I have been upset lately and it was to the point of this morning (the 29th) where all I wanted to do was talk to my mom (I vent to her often), because usually she is just a phone call away, but here, not so much. Thankfully I had a friend online and she was giving me words of advice and hated that I was going though some things. This person was on vacation, took time out of the day to calm me down on their vacation. I have only known this person for three years, I wouldn't have expected that from this person, or anyone for that matter, your on vacation. But I know if roles were reversed, I would be doing the same thing as this person was.
I posted things about how frustrated I was and was amazed at how our friends from Rhode Island were there to ask what they could do. Remember, they were Dustin's friends first but now have become really close to me, to the point of me wanting to move there if I get to take my mom and our neighbor Jason as well. These ladies and guys are so wonderful and have made me feel like family. I couldn't believe that they (yes all of them have kids) would take time out of their busy lives to help with what I needed. I am truly blessed to have become a part of Dustin's Rhode Island family.
The former roomies were there for me too. Honestly miss and love those guys and am lucky we are still such great friends after we have all parted ways residence wise.
I just don't understand why some, just don't try anymore. Like I said, I know life is busy for most, but if you have five minutes to spend on facebook, another five for pintrest, and to check email, wouldn't you have time to send a quick email explaining hey, I got your note, I am so busy I will be getting back to you by such and such time. Miss you. Something like that. Sounds bitchy right? I hate myself for thinking this way.
I have been doing a lot of searching for answers and haven't really come up with one. Quotes have helped me out but I don't have the guts to sit down and doubt friendship with others. Have we truly moved on? We are not the people we once were, we have all chanced in many ways over the years. Some have already cut off ties with me, I have no idea why. No warning, just poof no long friends on facebook and no longer want anything to do with me. I was so sad because I kept thinking, what have I done, what can I do to fix this. This person has been my friend for years, there must be something I can do. But then, is it worth it? They didn't want to fight to keep the friendship, they just moved on and became mean and hurtful. I will never understand it and am having a hard time moving on.
So how do we do it? How do we just cut ties with people we have known, trusted and treated like family? It's not like I want to burn my bridges, but should I distance myself like some have done? Should I just stop worrying about what others think and do it? I am a worrier, thats what I have done since I was really little (ask my parents). So I worry, what's going on, what do people think, how can I fix myself to be the person they want me to be because I value that friendship that much? How does that make me look then? Why has our friendship faded? Have I become a worse person?
It's easy to answer the questions, if they don't like you then why keep them in your life, don't fight for someone who is not willing to fight for you. The words are easy to say but the actions are harder. To actually cut off a friendship is a lot harder and how do you do it 10,000 miles away. I am afraid that if I distance myself from some, all of them are going to see that and not like it and then I will end up with no friends at all except Dustin. I don't want to put him though that (ha ha) but what do I do? I do have a lot of time on my hands so I over think things, but I guess it will take time to come to the decision of distancing myself from others, we shall see I guess.
Thanks for reading and listening to me vent everyone. I value your friendship and have no idea what I would do with out you all in my life. You all help me become a great person, after all friendship and family help mold a person right? I miss you all and can not wait to be back home and see you all! xoxo
Friday, 20 January 2012
Riding for the Disabled in Singapore From the beginning
Everyone knows that I have been volunteering at RDA (riding for the disabled) and have been loving it. Every 8 weeks there are usually a new set of students. When I started I was at the end and only had two sessions and the students already knew what it was all about. After the holidays we started with new students, well new for me. (When students go though the program we can recommend them for coming back or not so some of the students are repeaters.)
The first day was exciting. New kids, new abilities. We got the chance to pick what kids or horse we wanted to work with. Sophie and I picked a smaller horse and looked up the kids disabilities. We had a girl and a boy. The girl had Cerebral Palsy or CP, she was also deaf (had a hearing aid in one ear) and the boy had Autism. We realized that with CP the girl could be in a wheel chair which would be a challenge but one I was ready for.
After we looked over the students files we had a mini meeting of what the day was going to entail. We were going to have the kids meet the horses, get on the horses and get a feel for them. Lucky for Sophie and myself our students had experience so we figured we didn't have to do too much coaching.
9:30 hit and we were gearing up ready for the kids. All of them came off the bus and were walking toward us. Yes I said All of them were walking. Sophie and I didn't see a wheel chair. We looked and found our girl who was the first rider. It turns out she wasn't in a wheel chair. So we fit her with a helmet and asked her if she was ready to ride, and boy was she. She got up, grabbed our hands and we went toward the ring. We told her that she had to wait until her horse got up to the steps. She nodded and was excited. This little one could not speak but she knew what was going on around her.
Once we get children on the horse we have to prompt them to say walk on, so we do a count "1, 2, 3 walk on". We did not have to say this to the girl. She could not talk but she rose her arms up a little bit and shook them twice for walk on. She was a pro. Sophie and I were truly impressed. We didn't have to remind her what to do, she knew the commands for whoa by pulling on the reigns and leaning back a little.
We walked around the ring a couple of times and after going though the motions we go her pads to put in front of her so she knew she could just tap on the commands. Once we put it on there she knew what to do. She did not want help from anyone at any time. She knew what she was doing and let us know.
Her turn came to an end and we went to the second child, the boy. This boy reminded me of a very younger version of one of my students back home. He was very spacey and just in his own world. He was excited to go riding. Once we took his braid out that was on the top of his head (it's a religion thing, and only a person of Punjabi religion could touch his hair) fitted him with a helmet he was ready, he wanted to be first. Once it was his turn he got on the horse and was ready to go. In a very loud voice he said walk on! After that he became spacey.
Sophie and I found ourselves repeating saying hold your hands up, stay on the yellow marks, point your heels down, and we had to keep telling him to look forward and not pay attention to what was going on with others, we also had to tell him to stop singing and talking about movies. It was exhausting but I stood my ground and everyone was impressed of how long I could go, I told them I had experience with one student from my old job back in the states (Yes Kara Jacobs you know who I am talking about).
After the kids had gone we debrief and talk about the horses and the kids and how everyone did. This is when we found out why our little darling girl was not in a wheel chair. Apparently she was in the program last year and was in a wheel chair, after a year she was able to walk. Apparently her and her mother both had the same motivation and physical therapy did wonders for her. I was in shock to the point of almost tears. This was so moving, and proves that just because a child has a disability does not mean that they are stupid. This girl is smart and determined and it will get her far.
After we debriefed we went to lunch at the polo club and caught up on how everyone was doing. It was great.
The second day our girl was not there, she was most likely sick. So we just had our boy and it was a challenge. The different thing about the day was that there was an obstacle course where the students would learn how to steer the horse. It took all we had just to get the boys hands up and hands on the right color, prompting him to say woah and walk on, so steering was not going so well. We took a trail walk and at the end of it, he finally held up his hands! The little things that make you excited!
Because we only had one student Sophie and I were free for an hour, until we were approached and asked if one of us could help out with another side walker, so I volunteered. This little boy had autism as well but was very sweet. He kept repeating that his horses name was Shamus, and he was a brown horse and that we were going to go for a walk in the jungle. We had to prompt him a couple of times for his hands but all in all it was a good in the end.
Once we were debriefing we were all talking about our kids. One caught me off guard a little bit. One person said that she had a hard time to get her child to make eye contact with her. I asked what the student had and she said autism. Now I am no expert but one thing I do know is that most autistic children do not look anyone in the eyes. The person in charge of the lessons said it would be challenging but just try to have them look at the side walkers nose or forehead. I wanted to say something but there were so many voices that I didn't. I wanted to tell them that they can't force an autistic child to look them in the eyes, if the child could they would. If the subject comes up again I may say something.
After it all we went to the polo club for lunch and caught up again, Sophie had just gotten engaged and of course, all of us being girls, we wanted to hear the entire story.
I am truly blessed with the girls from RDA and all of our friends here. I am really enjoying RDA, I know I have said it a million times but it makes me feel a little closer to home because it reminds me of all the kids I taught at home. I can't wait to see how the kids in this 8 weeks change and grow to become better riders!
The first day was exciting. New kids, new abilities. We got the chance to pick what kids or horse we wanted to work with. Sophie and I picked a smaller horse and looked up the kids disabilities. We had a girl and a boy. The girl had Cerebral Palsy or CP, she was also deaf (had a hearing aid in one ear) and the boy had Autism. We realized that with CP the girl could be in a wheel chair which would be a challenge but one I was ready for.
After we looked over the students files we had a mini meeting of what the day was going to entail. We were going to have the kids meet the horses, get on the horses and get a feel for them. Lucky for Sophie and myself our students had experience so we figured we didn't have to do too much coaching.
9:30 hit and we were gearing up ready for the kids. All of them came off the bus and were walking toward us. Yes I said All of them were walking. Sophie and I didn't see a wheel chair. We looked and found our girl who was the first rider. It turns out she wasn't in a wheel chair. So we fit her with a helmet and asked her if she was ready to ride, and boy was she. She got up, grabbed our hands and we went toward the ring. We told her that she had to wait until her horse got up to the steps. She nodded and was excited. This little one could not speak but she knew what was going on around her.
Once we get children on the horse we have to prompt them to say walk on, so we do a count "1, 2, 3 walk on". We did not have to say this to the girl. She could not talk but she rose her arms up a little bit and shook them twice for walk on. She was a pro. Sophie and I were truly impressed. We didn't have to remind her what to do, she knew the commands for whoa by pulling on the reigns and leaning back a little.
We walked around the ring a couple of times and after going though the motions we go her pads to put in front of her so she knew she could just tap on the commands. Once we put it on there she knew what to do. She did not want help from anyone at any time. She knew what she was doing and let us know.
Her turn came to an end and we went to the second child, the boy. This boy reminded me of a very younger version of one of my students back home. He was very spacey and just in his own world. He was excited to go riding. Once we took his braid out that was on the top of his head (it's a religion thing, and only a person of Punjabi religion could touch his hair) fitted him with a helmet he was ready, he wanted to be first. Once it was his turn he got on the horse and was ready to go. In a very loud voice he said walk on! After that he became spacey.
Sophie and I found ourselves repeating saying hold your hands up, stay on the yellow marks, point your heels down, and we had to keep telling him to look forward and not pay attention to what was going on with others, we also had to tell him to stop singing and talking about movies. It was exhausting but I stood my ground and everyone was impressed of how long I could go, I told them I had experience with one student from my old job back in the states (Yes Kara Jacobs you know who I am talking about).
After the kids had gone we debrief and talk about the horses and the kids and how everyone did. This is when we found out why our little darling girl was not in a wheel chair. Apparently she was in the program last year and was in a wheel chair, after a year she was able to walk. Apparently her and her mother both had the same motivation and physical therapy did wonders for her. I was in shock to the point of almost tears. This was so moving, and proves that just because a child has a disability does not mean that they are stupid. This girl is smart and determined and it will get her far.
After we debriefed we went to lunch at the polo club and caught up on how everyone was doing. It was great.
The second day our girl was not there, she was most likely sick. So we just had our boy and it was a challenge. The different thing about the day was that there was an obstacle course where the students would learn how to steer the horse. It took all we had just to get the boys hands up and hands on the right color, prompting him to say woah and walk on, so steering was not going so well. We took a trail walk and at the end of it, he finally held up his hands! The little things that make you excited!
Because we only had one student Sophie and I were free for an hour, until we were approached and asked if one of us could help out with another side walker, so I volunteered. This little boy had autism as well but was very sweet. He kept repeating that his horses name was Shamus, and he was a brown horse and that we were going to go for a walk in the jungle. We had to prompt him a couple of times for his hands but all in all it was a good in the end.
Once we were debriefing we were all talking about our kids. One caught me off guard a little bit. One person said that she had a hard time to get her child to make eye contact with her. I asked what the student had and she said autism. Now I am no expert but one thing I do know is that most autistic children do not look anyone in the eyes. The person in charge of the lessons said it would be challenging but just try to have them look at the side walkers nose or forehead. I wanted to say something but there were so many voices that I didn't. I wanted to tell them that they can't force an autistic child to look them in the eyes, if the child could they would. If the subject comes up again I may say something.
After it all we went to the polo club for lunch and caught up again, Sophie had just gotten engaged and of course, all of us being girls, we wanted to hear the entire story.
I am truly blessed with the girls from RDA and all of our friends here. I am really enjoying RDA, I know I have said it a million times but it makes me feel a little closer to home because it reminds me of all the kids I taught at home. I can't wait to see how the kids in this 8 weeks change and grow to become better riders!
Tuesday, 27 December 2011
Christmas Time in the City
Christmas time or the Holidays (whatever religion you are) is a time for friends and family to get together and share a nice big dinner, exchange presents and enjoy eachother's company. Some go to more than one celebration, especially with divorced parents. Dustin and I would make our rounds from Christmas eve to possibly the day after. We probably had about four different places to go not including having my Mom over for Christmas.
This year was the first year that we had NO plans. None what so ever, minus the Grinches Christmas celebration at Harry's but that was on the 23rd. Now this celebration was just a whole bunch of Rugby Club members getting together, wearing the same t-shirt with Roadhouse quotes on it, and getting drunk. Basically kicking off the holidays with good fun.
During this time we were with our good friends of course, the ones who weren't going home for the holiday and we got invited by our American friends Clint and Meghan to go out to Outback for a Christmas eve dinner. We said yes and were excited to go, I couldn't tell you the last time I was at an Outback.
We all met on Christmas eve for dinner. The wait was unreal, no one made a reservation because last year it wasn't as busy. Our friend's flat mate (roommate) came a long as well, his first Outback experience and we were excited for him to experience the blooming Onion or as they call it here, the Typhoon onion. We got some apps (three different ones) and our main meals, some beers and had great conversation and great food. It was a Christmas Eve I will always remember. Both full and happy we came back to our apartment and watched a Christmas movie and a half (a half because facetime with our neighbor happened, and it's always fun to hear from him - Love you Jason) with some beer/wine and relaxed.
Christmas day consisted of us being lazy for a good bit. We had no plans to do anything with anyone. Dustin played COD and I read my book. We decided we wanted to go out to dinner, there was a new place across the street that we wanted to try but unfortunately when we got there it was closed. We did find a place and had great food. I tried Beef Cheek, yes the cheek of a cow. It wasn't that bad actually, especially mixed with pasta. Dustin had cab meat in pasta.
We cleared out and decided to go to Orchard Road. This road is like the Rodeo drive of Singapore. It's decorated with lights and fancy shops, just beautiful. On Christmas day they shut down most of the road and have what is like a float in the middle of the street, not going anywhere. There were TONS of people on this road. I couldn't believe my eyes, it was so hard just to get to where we were going which only took 10 minutes, now took 30. It was cool to see the lights but I was getting claustrophobic! After that dramatic walk we went to the bar at Orchard towers and had some drinks. After a couple of drinks we decided to head back to the apartment, but didn't want to go though the crowded street so we took a taxi.
Once we got back we realized it was Christmas morning in the states so we decided to facetime/skype/call our friends and family. This whole time it didn't feel like Christmas until we did call our family. I facetimed with my sister, brother in law and nieces. They were so adorable and it made me miss home so much, but that's okay. We talked to my parents, his family and we made some phone calls as well. We finished our movies and went to bed. and that was it, Christmas was over.
No traveling, no gifts to exchange, just being together and calling family. There was no stress to get gifts, the right gift, no stress about wrapping it perfectly, it was stress free and it was the most relaxing Christmas I have ever had. We didn't even have to clean up after cooking, because we didn't even cook.
I would write about new years eve, but Dustin is working until 10 so we are going to stay home and watch the fireworks from our apartment, nothing big.
I hope that everyone back at home, that your Christmas was merry and bright. We did miss you all and did miss our regular outings to see family and friends. We hope you have a wonderful and SAFE new year!
This year was the first year that we had NO plans. None what so ever, minus the Grinches Christmas celebration at Harry's but that was on the 23rd. Now this celebration was just a whole bunch of Rugby Club members getting together, wearing the same t-shirt with Roadhouse quotes on it, and getting drunk. Basically kicking off the holidays with good fun.
During this time we were with our good friends of course, the ones who weren't going home for the holiday and we got invited by our American friends Clint and Meghan to go out to Outback for a Christmas eve dinner. We said yes and were excited to go, I couldn't tell you the last time I was at an Outback.
We all met on Christmas eve for dinner. The wait was unreal, no one made a reservation because last year it wasn't as busy. Our friend's flat mate (roommate) came a long as well, his first Outback experience and we were excited for him to experience the blooming Onion or as they call it here, the Typhoon onion. We got some apps (three different ones) and our main meals, some beers and had great conversation and great food. It was a Christmas Eve I will always remember. Both full and happy we came back to our apartment and watched a Christmas movie and a half (a half because facetime with our neighbor happened, and it's always fun to hear from him - Love you Jason) with some beer/wine and relaxed.
Christmas day consisted of us being lazy for a good bit. We had no plans to do anything with anyone. Dustin played COD and I read my book. We decided we wanted to go out to dinner, there was a new place across the street that we wanted to try but unfortunately when we got there it was closed. We did find a place and had great food. I tried Beef Cheek, yes the cheek of a cow. It wasn't that bad actually, especially mixed with pasta. Dustin had cab meat in pasta.
We cleared out and decided to go to Orchard Road. This road is like the Rodeo drive of Singapore. It's decorated with lights and fancy shops, just beautiful. On Christmas day they shut down most of the road and have what is like a float in the middle of the street, not going anywhere. There were TONS of people on this road. I couldn't believe my eyes, it was so hard just to get to where we were going which only took 10 minutes, now took 30. It was cool to see the lights but I was getting claustrophobic! After that dramatic walk we went to the bar at Orchard towers and had some drinks. After a couple of drinks we decided to head back to the apartment, but didn't want to go though the crowded street so we took a taxi.
Once we got back we realized it was Christmas morning in the states so we decided to facetime/skype/call our friends and family. This whole time it didn't feel like Christmas until we did call our family. I facetimed with my sister, brother in law and nieces. They were so adorable and it made me miss home so much, but that's okay. We talked to my parents, his family and we made some phone calls as well. We finished our movies and went to bed. and that was it, Christmas was over.
No traveling, no gifts to exchange, just being together and calling family. There was no stress to get gifts, the right gift, no stress about wrapping it perfectly, it was stress free and it was the most relaxing Christmas I have ever had. We didn't even have to clean up after cooking, because we didn't even cook.
I would write about new years eve, but Dustin is working until 10 so we are going to stay home and watch the fireworks from our apartment, nothing big.
I hope that everyone back at home, that your Christmas was merry and bright. We did miss you all and did miss our regular outings to see family and friends. We hope you have a wonderful and SAFE new year!
Sunday, 18 December 2011
Bandit in the doggie ER :(
As you all know our Bandit Boy has been in the Animal ER for the past couple of days. I will start from the beginning.
Dustin and I wake up to our iPhone ringing and his work phone ringing, yes this was weird and we knew something was up. It was our neighbor Jason calling us. Seeing how he facetimed our iPhone and his work phone all at the same time we knew something was wrong. I call him back because we missed his calls and Jason has a look on his face. I didn't know what to expect and he tried to not give us bs and get right to the call. He told us that Bandit was in the animal er. I am sure my face looked shocked/worried and that was exactly what I felt.
As Jason was explaining what was going on I just started having tears in my eyes. He explained that Krystal (wonderful girl living in our house with D's sister) and her boyfriend let Bandit out and they noticed how swollen his stomach was, they contacted Jason and they took him to the Emergency Vet in Winchester. (after consulting with Bandits original vet) The vet said they were going to wait a night and see if he could pass the mass that was in his stomach.
Now Once Jason said surgery was a possibility I had to leave. I took my computer and went into our bedroom. I heard Dustin say something about a flipped/twisted stomach and I lost it again. Yes, I was thinking of Marley and Me and could not stand the thought of putting Bandit down while we were 10 thousand miles away. Thankfully, it was not a flipped stomach.
Being so far away is really hard. Thankfully we called the vet and gave them D's work phone number and said to contact us with updates. They said that Surgery was going to be a last resort. The good thing was that Bandit was passing gas and fluids. We waited about 12 hours and the vet said that the mass had not moved and that Bandit would need surgery.
Once again I got very upset but tried to stay calm. The Vet said that because he had fluids and was already there he would be fine. Of course, us being on the other side of the world the surgery was happening during our middle of the night. We told the vet to call us anyways and let us know what happened and how he was doing.
1 am we got a phone call from Jason. Jason updated me on how Bandits surgery went and that his stomach was full of dog food. His stomach was so full that the stomach could not pass the amount of food he ate. It was so full it would be like you and I eating 2 Thanksgiving dinners. Thankfully Bandit made it though just fine. He is now recovering, he needs to take it easy, no excitement for 2 weeks, if not more. The vet also called us and kept us and is keeping us updated on his progress. While the vet was doing the surgery she did a preventative procedure called a stomach tackt. This means that whatever she did it will prevent his stomach from flipping/twisting because in big chested dogs, at his age (8) it would be likely that his stomach would flip at some point. I am glad that she did this procedure so we don't have to worry about it.
During this whole time I was freeking out. Bandit is a member of our family, anyone who knows Bandit knows that he is a sweet, sweet boy. Even though I am sure I could not do anything there all I wanted to do was go home and be there so when Bandit did get out of the Er I would be there taking care of him. I know he is in good hands at home but for some reason I don't care all I want to do is be home with our boy. Am I crazy? I don't think so. But I will get over it and skype with him when he gets home ;)
I know what your thinking, How did Bandit get into the food. We don't know. His bag of food was new and not torn into (it was in the coat closet). The only thing we can think of is that the latch on his food by his bowl didn't close and bandit hit it and saw how to open it and eat. Bandit is a smart boy, he can open the gate from the deck to get down to the yard, so I believe that he saw once he nudged the bin he could open it just enough to get his head in there.
I believe that this probably could not have been prevented. There were probably times where I didn't close the bin all the way. When Bandit gets hungry he gets excited and nudges his bin. Who's to say that this would not have happened with us being home? Who knows, all I know that if Krystal and her boyfriend were not there he may have been in a lot worse trouble. I am thankful they did the right thing. Yes, it was a VERY expensive visit for bandit, but what were we going to do, not pay the bill and let a member of our family die that could have been prevented with surgery? No we would figure out how to get it paid for and we did.
Jason was so wonderful keeping us updated and his concern for our boy was great. He is also going to be caring for him for the first three days back home. We are so blessed to have such wonderful family to care for him (yes, Jason has become so close to Dustin and I that he is family). Thank you Jason, for everything you have done and for listening to us and calming our fears.
I am also surprised of how many people on facebook responded to my posts about Bandit and his condition. I am so thankful for the support from friends and family who asked what they could do or said that they are pulling for him. I am sure if Bandit could speak our language he would say thank you all, from the bottom of his stomach ;)
Dustin and I wake up to our iPhone ringing and his work phone ringing, yes this was weird and we knew something was up. It was our neighbor Jason calling us. Seeing how he facetimed our iPhone and his work phone all at the same time we knew something was wrong. I call him back because we missed his calls and Jason has a look on his face. I didn't know what to expect and he tried to not give us bs and get right to the call. He told us that Bandit was in the animal er. I am sure my face looked shocked/worried and that was exactly what I felt.
As Jason was explaining what was going on I just started having tears in my eyes. He explained that Krystal (wonderful girl living in our house with D's sister) and her boyfriend let Bandit out and they noticed how swollen his stomach was, they contacted Jason and they took him to the Emergency Vet in Winchester. (after consulting with Bandits original vet) The vet said they were going to wait a night and see if he could pass the mass that was in his stomach.
Now Once Jason said surgery was a possibility I had to leave. I took my computer and went into our bedroom. I heard Dustin say something about a flipped/twisted stomach and I lost it again. Yes, I was thinking of Marley and Me and could not stand the thought of putting Bandit down while we were 10 thousand miles away. Thankfully, it was not a flipped stomach.
Being so far away is really hard. Thankfully we called the vet and gave them D's work phone number and said to contact us with updates. They said that Surgery was going to be a last resort. The good thing was that Bandit was passing gas and fluids. We waited about 12 hours and the vet said that the mass had not moved and that Bandit would need surgery.
Once again I got very upset but tried to stay calm. The Vet said that because he had fluids and was already there he would be fine. Of course, us being on the other side of the world the surgery was happening during our middle of the night. We told the vet to call us anyways and let us know what happened and how he was doing.
1 am we got a phone call from Jason. Jason updated me on how Bandits surgery went and that his stomach was full of dog food. His stomach was so full that the stomach could not pass the amount of food he ate. It was so full it would be like you and I eating 2 Thanksgiving dinners. Thankfully Bandit made it though just fine. He is now recovering, he needs to take it easy, no excitement for 2 weeks, if not more. The vet also called us and kept us and is keeping us updated on his progress. While the vet was doing the surgery she did a preventative procedure called a stomach tackt. This means that whatever she did it will prevent his stomach from flipping/twisting because in big chested dogs, at his age (8) it would be likely that his stomach would flip at some point. I am glad that she did this procedure so we don't have to worry about it.
During this whole time I was freeking out. Bandit is a member of our family, anyone who knows Bandit knows that he is a sweet, sweet boy. Even though I am sure I could not do anything there all I wanted to do was go home and be there so when Bandit did get out of the Er I would be there taking care of him. I know he is in good hands at home but for some reason I don't care all I want to do is be home with our boy. Am I crazy? I don't think so. But I will get over it and skype with him when he gets home ;)
I know what your thinking, How did Bandit get into the food. We don't know. His bag of food was new and not torn into (it was in the coat closet). The only thing we can think of is that the latch on his food by his bowl didn't close and bandit hit it and saw how to open it and eat. Bandit is a smart boy, he can open the gate from the deck to get down to the yard, so I believe that he saw once he nudged the bin he could open it just enough to get his head in there.
I believe that this probably could not have been prevented. There were probably times where I didn't close the bin all the way. When Bandit gets hungry he gets excited and nudges his bin. Who's to say that this would not have happened with us being home? Who knows, all I know that if Krystal and her boyfriend were not there he may have been in a lot worse trouble. I am thankful they did the right thing. Yes, it was a VERY expensive visit for bandit, but what were we going to do, not pay the bill and let a member of our family die that could have been prevented with surgery? No we would figure out how to get it paid for and we did.
Jason was so wonderful keeping us updated and his concern for our boy was great. He is also going to be caring for him for the first three days back home. We are so blessed to have such wonderful family to care for him (yes, Jason has become so close to Dustin and I that he is family). Thank you Jason, for everything you have done and for listening to us and calming our fears.
I am also surprised of how many people on facebook responded to my posts about Bandit and his condition. I am so thankful for the support from friends and family who asked what they could do or said that they are pulling for him. I am sure if Bandit could speak our language he would say thank you all, from the bottom of his stomach ;)
Wednesday, 14 December 2011
Volunteering at RDA
RDA stands for Riding for the Disabled Association. In the Special Education world (or world of the the disabled as well) This Association is well known. Over the summer you all know I worked, but only for three weeks. There were plans in the making of getting the kids involved in riding at the RDA in Purcellville VA. I wasn't there long enough to see the full experiance but I am sure the kids loved it and I have hopes that the program is still being used at our school.
When I got here I had some friends who volunteered at RDA for the day (some compinies require a day where the workers go and volunteer instead of working that day- I think that is wonderful and should be implemented back in the states). My friends, Meghan and Clint, introduced me to Sophie and told me that Sophie volunteered at the RDA once a week. I looked up the RDA and emailed them to let them know that I was interested in working there. For a month I had not heard them back. With encouragement from our friend Rich and with Sophie offering to introduce me, I planned on just going. The funny thing is, I have yet to hear back from the emails I sent, and today was my first day volunteering.
The word Disabled can scare a lot of people off or itmidate them. I know that before I worked in the speical education department at home I was a little hesitant when it came to disabled people. I worked for three years at H high school in the Special Education Department and over the years I have become more and more comfortable and really found that special education is my passion. (the funny thing is that when I was first there I didn't want to teach Special Education, and now thats all I want to do). Once I found out that I could volunteer at RDA I was truly excited and rightly so, the students are wonderful and reminded me of how much I miss my students back at home.
When I first got to RDA Sophie showed me around and I met a lot of nice women. This facility backs right up to the Singapore Polo Club, and if people are not busy, after the morning session they would go there for lunch. The Polo Club has also donated some of their horses to the RDA. The ring was covered so I didn't have to worry about sunbun and we didn't have to worry about rain. After I was shown the ropes I had to fill out appropriate forms and of course, I bought a shirt.
Around 930 the children came. I was not sure what to expect age wise but I did know that our first student was Autistic, but Sophie said that he was a sweet boy (9 I believe) and very talkative. The age groups varied more so in the second group than the first. The first boy, we will call him 1, came up to me and said hello. I introduced myself and he said "Hello Lauren" and went to shake my hand but put it on my stomach so I took his hand and shook it. Once his horse was ready and he had his helmate on we were to enter the ring. He grabbed my and Sophies hand and was very excited to get on the horse. (there are side walkers, sophie and myself were side walkers today and then a leader who would be leading the horse more or less depending on the student's ability)
The activities in the ring were varied. There was a mirror, where the students can go over and see themselves, posture and practice how to sit on the horse and how to raise up and back down on the horse. There are different polls where the child would take christmas ordiments (christmas trees that were wood) one of the side walkers would (Sophie and myself) would take the pool and rise it high so the student would have to strech and maybe stand in the sturups to reach and then put it down low so the student would lean over to grab it. This was to take up time because there was an obstical course in the middle of the arina
The students would have to pick up a candy cane hold it and steer the horse over polls laying on the ground to the bucket where one of the side walkers would pick up and the child would place it there (all the while saying walk on, woah, trot on, all the commands) Then the child would steer the horse though blocks, weaving left and right to the end where then he or she would get three soft toy balls and thow them though a hoop, once done they would trot the horse back to the start. The students were also being timed (thankfully I have a stop watch on my watch).
Student 1 was very active on the horse and loved racing the obstical course. The student was very loud with commands and focused when in the obsitcal course. When trotting back Sophie and I had to hold his ankles because he'd put his feet out instead of putting them against the horse and down. Other wise the student was very good. When he went to the mirror the student did all of the different exersises but the student really wanted to do the race again and beat the previous time. Such a ball of energy, it was hard to see that the student was Autistic. I had the biggest smile on my face at the end and so did the student.
Student 2 was also Autisitc. I read the info on this student and apparently very shy and not talkitive at all. Student 2 was just that, but that was not a problem. Student 2 was a great rider. When asked questions student 2 answered but we also had to remind the student what to say (walk on, woah, trot on) and we had to remind the student to tug back on the rains to get the horse to truly stop. The posture and form was great with this student, we didn't even have to hold the students ankles when it was time to trot. I believe the student didn't really mind doing the obstical course or activites but I think the student really loved to just ride. By the end of the session I still had a huge smile on my face and so did student 2.
After the students left we all sat down and filled out the progress reports on our students and then after that there was a breifing session, everyone had a turn to talk about the horses and how they acted and how each student acted as well. I will say our hourse was great on the first round but the end he was getting onrey and that continued though out the second session, not going where he was suppose to and trying to head to the gate. He reminded me of a particular horse that I have ridden before becuase this horse was also afraid of trucks or different things, the horse that it reminded me of my Ikabod (yes Emily Lewis' horse). Both students did great when the horse was acting up. They didn't freek out at all!
Over all it was the best volunteer day to date! I am so thankful that I was introduced to this association. The volunteers that I worked with today were all expats, and one was even from Chevy Chase MD, another from Texas. I had such a great day and am planning on going back. The unfortunate thing is their last session for the year is either Monday or nedt wednesday. If it is next wednesday I will get to go and then it's holiday break. I will be continuing to work there because it just warmed my heart. It will also be great to see the students go from day one to 'graduation'. (8 week course).
A big thanks to Sophie and everyone else. I loved it and had such a great time, can not wait for the new year!
When I got here I had some friends who volunteered at RDA for the day (some compinies require a day where the workers go and volunteer instead of working that day- I think that is wonderful and should be implemented back in the states). My friends, Meghan and Clint, introduced me to Sophie and told me that Sophie volunteered at the RDA once a week. I looked up the RDA and emailed them to let them know that I was interested in working there. For a month I had not heard them back. With encouragement from our friend Rich and with Sophie offering to introduce me, I planned on just going. The funny thing is, I have yet to hear back from the emails I sent, and today was my first day volunteering.
The word Disabled can scare a lot of people off or itmidate them. I know that before I worked in the speical education department at home I was a little hesitant when it came to disabled people. I worked for three years at H high school in the Special Education Department and over the years I have become more and more comfortable and really found that special education is my passion. (the funny thing is that when I was first there I didn't want to teach Special Education, and now thats all I want to do). Once I found out that I could volunteer at RDA I was truly excited and rightly so, the students are wonderful and reminded me of how much I miss my students back at home.
When I first got to RDA Sophie showed me around and I met a lot of nice women. This facility backs right up to the Singapore Polo Club, and if people are not busy, after the morning session they would go there for lunch. The Polo Club has also donated some of their horses to the RDA. The ring was covered so I didn't have to worry about sunbun and we didn't have to worry about rain. After I was shown the ropes I had to fill out appropriate forms and of course, I bought a shirt.
Around 930 the children came. I was not sure what to expect age wise but I did know that our first student was Autistic, but Sophie said that he was a sweet boy (9 I believe) and very talkative. The age groups varied more so in the second group than the first. The first boy, we will call him 1, came up to me and said hello. I introduced myself and he said "Hello Lauren" and went to shake my hand but put it on my stomach so I took his hand and shook it. Once his horse was ready and he had his helmate on we were to enter the ring. He grabbed my and Sophies hand and was very excited to get on the horse. (there are side walkers, sophie and myself were side walkers today and then a leader who would be leading the horse more or less depending on the student's ability)
The activities in the ring were varied. There was a mirror, where the students can go over and see themselves, posture and practice how to sit on the horse and how to raise up and back down on the horse. There are different polls where the child would take christmas ordiments (christmas trees that were wood) one of the side walkers would (Sophie and myself) would take the pool and rise it high so the student would have to strech and maybe stand in the sturups to reach and then put it down low so the student would lean over to grab it. This was to take up time because there was an obstical course in the middle of the arina
The students would have to pick up a candy cane hold it and steer the horse over polls laying on the ground to the bucket where one of the side walkers would pick up and the child would place it there (all the while saying walk on, woah, trot on, all the commands) Then the child would steer the horse though blocks, weaving left and right to the end where then he or she would get three soft toy balls and thow them though a hoop, once done they would trot the horse back to the start. The students were also being timed (thankfully I have a stop watch on my watch).
Student 1 was very active on the horse and loved racing the obstical course. The student was very loud with commands and focused when in the obsitcal course. When trotting back Sophie and I had to hold his ankles because he'd put his feet out instead of putting them against the horse and down. Other wise the student was very good. When he went to the mirror the student did all of the different exersises but the student really wanted to do the race again and beat the previous time. Such a ball of energy, it was hard to see that the student was Autistic. I had the biggest smile on my face at the end and so did the student.
Student 2 was also Autisitc. I read the info on this student and apparently very shy and not talkitive at all. Student 2 was just that, but that was not a problem. Student 2 was a great rider. When asked questions student 2 answered but we also had to remind the student what to say (walk on, woah, trot on) and we had to remind the student to tug back on the rains to get the horse to truly stop. The posture and form was great with this student, we didn't even have to hold the students ankles when it was time to trot. I believe the student didn't really mind doing the obstical course or activites but I think the student really loved to just ride. By the end of the session I still had a huge smile on my face and so did student 2.
After the students left we all sat down and filled out the progress reports on our students and then after that there was a breifing session, everyone had a turn to talk about the horses and how they acted and how each student acted as well. I will say our hourse was great on the first round but the end he was getting onrey and that continued though out the second session, not going where he was suppose to and trying to head to the gate. He reminded me of a particular horse that I have ridden before becuase this horse was also afraid of trucks or different things, the horse that it reminded me of my Ikabod (yes Emily Lewis' horse). Both students did great when the horse was acting up. They didn't freek out at all!
Over all it was the best volunteer day to date! I am so thankful that I was introduced to this association. The volunteers that I worked with today were all expats, and one was even from Chevy Chase MD, another from Texas. I had such a great day and am planning on going back. The unfortunate thing is their last session for the year is either Monday or nedt wednesday. If it is next wednesday I will get to go and then it's holiday break. I will be continuing to work there because it just warmed my heart. It will also be great to see the students go from day one to 'graduation'. (8 week course).
A big thanks to Sophie and everyone else. I loved it and had such a great time, can not wait for the new year!
Tuesday, 13 December 2011
Public Restrooms....
Being here for the length that we have it is inevitable for me not to use a public restroom. Back in the states it's always a gamble, but most of the time the public rest rooms are just nasty (this does not include restaurants/bars ect). In Singapore everyone knows it's illegal to litter, so as you all can imagine, the city is very clean if not the cleanest city there is in the world.
Because of this my expectations of a public restroom in Singapore was high. Most restaurants have bathrooms around here, and if they do have them they are decent. If the restaurant does not have a restroom (crazy I know) then it is in the building that the restaurant is attached to (a public restroom).
It was mentioned to us in passing by the NCompass agent that she was glad that most restrooms around here had 'western toilets'. I thought nothing of this, thinking that because Singapore was such a melting pot that the toilets would be ones I am use to, Wrong. They have what is called a Squattie Pottie (thetas what I call it anyways).
Some may know what I am talking about but if you don't google it or I can explain the best I can. It's a toilet that is basically a hole in the ground, it's not like an actual hole, its a working toilet but what would be the seat of the toilet it's level with the ground. There are little places you put your feet and you squat and do your business. (I have only ever used two because I had to pee so bad that I couldn't wait for a western toilet to open).
With this being said it made sense why there were signs in the western toilet stalls saying don't squat on the toilet, this included a picture of a person on top of the toilet seat squatting. Because of this note I look every time and there have been some toilets I go to and there are foot prints on the seat of a western toilet!
Enough about the squattie potties. I have to say that the public restrooms are NASTY here. For this being the cleanest city in the world I am very disappointed in how the upkeep of public toilets are. Some I walk in and the smell hits me like a mac truck, BLAH! The floors are wet, either with water or something else to where I have to roll up my pants if I am wearing pants (not usually, too dang hot).
I will say that the worst once I have used is at Orchard Towers because the Harrys at that location does not have it's own bathroom and I dread using the public one ALL the time. I love the bar, that is where the house band plays and the lead singer is an Asian Boy George (refer to my mobile uploads). Any MRT restroom is nasty and some mall ones are as well.
I don't understand it. The city hires a lot of people to take care of the streets and puts laws in place so no one litters but they don't take care of their public restrooms? Its bad enough that people walk around here coughing and sneezing out in the open spreading germs and crap, now I have to worry what I am going to contract by going in and using the restroom out in public! (Hand Sanitizer is with me at all times)
Because of this my expectations of a public restroom in Singapore was high. Most restaurants have bathrooms around here, and if they do have them they are decent. If the restaurant does not have a restroom (crazy I know) then it is in the building that the restaurant is attached to (a public restroom).
It was mentioned to us in passing by the NCompass agent that she was glad that most restrooms around here had 'western toilets'. I thought nothing of this, thinking that because Singapore was such a melting pot that the toilets would be ones I am use to, Wrong. They have what is called a Squattie Pottie (thetas what I call it anyways).
Some may know what I am talking about but if you don't google it or I can explain the best I can. It's a toilet that is basically a hole in the ground, it's not like an actual hole, its a working toilet but what would be the seat of the toilet it's level with the ground. There are little places you put your feet and you squat and do your business. (I have only ever used two because I had to pee so bad that I couldn't wait for a western toilet to open).
With this being said it made sense why there were signs in the western toilet stalls saying don't squat on the toilet, this included a picture of a person on top of the toilet seat squatting. Because of this note I look every time and there have been some toilets I go to and there are foot prints on the seat of a western toilet!
Enough about the squattie potties. I have to say that the public restrooms are NASTY here. For this being the cleanest city in the world I am very disappointed in how the upkeep of public toilets are. Some I walk in and the smell hits me like a mac truck, BLAH! The floors are wet, either with water or something else to where I have to roll up my pants if I am wearing pants (not usually, too dang hot).
I will say that the worst once I have used is at Orchard Towers because the Harrys at that location does not have it's own bathroom and I dread using the public one ALL the time. I love the bar, that is where the house band plays and the lead singer is an Asian Boy George (refer to my mobile uploads). Any MRT restroom is nasty and some mall ones are as well.
I don't understand it. The city hires a lot of people to take care of the streets and puts laws in place so no one litters but they don't take care of their public restrooms? Its bad enough that people walk around here coughing and sneezing out in the open spreading germs and crap, now I have to worry what I am going to contract by going in and using the restroom out in public! (Hand Sanitizer is with me at all times)
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