Miss the Ice Cream

I am sorely missing my favourite ice creams.

To be more precise, eating a nice tub of ice cream at an affordable price.

My favourite ice cream has to be Connoisseur Ice Cream! There is always a tub in the fridge! It looks nondescript, made by Nestle, and the only thing that hints of how nice it may possibly be is the word 'Gourmet ice cream' written in small prints above a picture of an equally nondescript scoop of ice cream.

My pricing radar tells me that it goes on sale at Woollies at $7 every few weeks, alternating with Coles. I was even able to get it at $6 at Leo's on weeks that Woollies and Coles are on truce.

Favourite flavours goes to Belgian Chocolate and Cafe Grande. Yums!

Unfortunately, Connoisseur is not sold in Singapore. I think that is because every Singaporean I know is scouring for Ben and Jerrys and Haagen Dazs. I like both ice cream, but pintwise, they are pricey.

So I skipped down to my next favourite aussie ice cream sold in Singapore.

WEIS ice cream... mango and macadamia... Australian mangoes and chunky good halves of macadamia nuts. Weis always reminded me of the australian summer with its sorbet flavours and natural taste.

Ironically, Ben & Jerrys and Haagen Dazs are not available in the local supermakets in Australia. Even more ironically, I am craving for nondescript unheard of aussie ice cream when I can get 10 other international ice cream brands in Singapore.

I must be going nuts...

If you need to rant...

Last weekend, I was queueing up to buy Roti Prata at a food court stall. There was a man ahead of me. He has been waiting for a while. The man walked up and asked how long more he had to wait, only to be told that there was 1 customer in front, but that person had ordered quite a few pratas, and hence he has to wait a longer time. The man immediately flew into a rage, and ranted "I don't care how many he has ordered! You told me it was 1 person in front of me, and it is not my problem that he ordered many! That is your business! But you made me wait for so long!"

I understand the man mistook that a shorter queue meant a shorter wait. But I do not understand this "Your business" and "not my problem" rant. What was he trying to express?

Last week I wrote about the 'silent' bus driver, and the equally silent and docile Singaporeans who got off the bus without given an explanation. This week, I saw the opposite. An angry Singaporean who got so mad that he did not get his pratas within 5 minutes, and acted like he has been cheated of his time.

Or was it bad communication again? That the cashier should have said that there was a large order before him, that he might want to come back later to collect his order.

Or do some Singaporeans like to rant? An innate frustration built over that handbag that whacked your back in the MRT, or the guy who stepped on your shoe behind the escalator queue without a sorry, or that boss who told you 'deliver no matter what..', or watching someone cut a queue of 10 people in NTUC (happened to me), and feeling like your lost your mouth momentarily and having imaginary mental rants thereafter.

Too upset to be civil?

The Bus that Broke Down

I had my first encounter with a bus that broke down last night. I thought I smelled something bad when I boarded the bus, but was hoping to continue my journey on this last second stop before it does a nice undisrupted leg on the expressway.

But I did not get pass a few meters before the driver pulled up halfway and got down for a look. The rest of us looked on, mostly unperturbed.

Ten minutes later, someone decided he had enough of a wait and got off.

Another few minutes later, the driver uttered to just a few passengers that 'maybe we have to transfer buses' and proceeded to program the ezlink to refund the credits and to print us a complimentary bus ticket each.

We lined up and the driver made sure that every tapped their ezlink cards to get a refund.

He never ever told us what happened.

The bus driver quite possible fulfilled his standard operating procedures- stop bus, check, call HQ, reprogram ezlink, issue free ticket for next bus ride. If this was an ISO audit, he passed with flying colours.

I used to take a bus to work in Melbourne. There are usually a few people in the bus serving our suburb, and I noticed everyone greeted the driver with a 'Good morning'. I started with a Hi, and thought that was good enough. Then when people got down, they shouted out 'Thank you!' from the back door, and some waved. My eyes popped, my heart raced, and I could only muster a friendly wave, hoping the driver can see it from his rear mirror. After some time, I do 'morning' and 'thanks' fairly fine. In a way, I am glad Melbourne taught me that.

Perhaps this was why I felt 'weird' about this broken down bus incident. The driver did not explain to us what happened, and we were left to fill in what we think it was. One passenger called his friend to explain about a punctured tyre, another said the engine was broken. No one really asked the driver anyway.

Maybe the bus driver was shy, just as I was before I learnt how to yell out a 'Goodbye' in front of 20 pairs of eyes. Perhaps it is a Singaporean thing to not want to be any form of conspicuous position, even if the context really calls for it.

How this post started...

I must have been googling something Aussie, but an aussie expatriate wife's blog came up in the results.

I read, I laughed, I nearly cried.

Like any newbie foreigner, she came with a sense of adventure. 3 months into it, she was starting to get the uneasy feeling that this adventure is going to be long. What was fun probably turned into 'foreign', something not quite understandable, and in polite parlance 'takes a little bit of getting used to'. She was not whinging, but made some really funny observations about Singapore.

1) The air con has to be perpetually turned on, for it is an eternal summer with slight variations.
2) Signalling on the roads is optional, 101 lane changes is expected
3) Bread has to be white, and preferably with sugar added
4) The waiting time to see a GP in Singapore is counted by minutes, not days.
5) Travelling in a cab would not break your bank
6) When filling in any forms, there's a section on 'race'.

I caught myself laughing and doing some mental high fives with this lady. We could have been sisters for the moment, but we were not. In a way, I wasn't supposed to laugh. I am not a foreigner, yet I felt that same foreignness. If I identified with her too brightly, I might be accused of trying to be an 'ah moh wannabe', which I am not consciously aspiring.

Where does that leave me? Would my girlfriend who went to school with me in Singapore feel the same way? Would she relate to these observations?

Yet I am in no way hanging out with these foreigners. In many instances, when I initially returned, I was chided by the drink-store-aunty, the fishball-noodle-uncle and even the SBS bus driver for not speaking the right lingo or failing to recognise the ezlink card 'low value' beep. Yet I look just like your average Singapore, and what excuse do I have to say "oops.. sorry, I didn't know this is the way it is done in Singapore'.

It is a little disconcerting, and instead of doing my almost daily rants to my Singapore friends who don't think that much of 'which planet did she arrive from', I decided to just chronical my life in Singapore here - as the prodigal Singaporean.

The First Post

It was a few nights ago. I caught an SBS bus home together with the peak hour crowd.

Something caught my eye. I was eyeing at a girl sitting in front of me playing Candy Crush. Next to her was another man, unrelated to her, playing Candy Crush. Hang on, the person standing next to me was playing Candy Crush, and so were the two middle aged couple sitting behind. I was statistically outflanked!

So this is Singapore. A crowded bus full of Candy Crushers.

I spent the last 9 years in Melbourne, Australia. Armed with 40kgs, I came back not only with 80kg, but traded my Singaporean worldview for Australia's. Hardly the world's view if you combine this continent with an island, but good enough for my rojak identity.

It is going to be one heck of a ride!