Agent woes

Wikipedia defines a Real estate agent as follows:

real estate broker or real estate agent is a person who acts as an intermediary between sellers and buyers of real estate/real property and attempts to find sellers who wish to sell and buyers who wish to buy.

or in our case RENT.

My ranting is coming from the wake of me going to DEWA to have electricity of the new place reconnected only to find out the apartment has some outstanding balance that has to be cleared first before I open our account. Same thing happened when I went to the district cooling office. These are important things we need to have when we move in, isn’t it suppose to be the agent’s job to have all this cleared before he even puts the property on the ads? 

Is it wrong of me to expect a little more service from them? I mean I found the ad, we went to see the apartment on our OWN, we met him at his place of convenience to pay for the deposit, we came to him when it was time to sign the papers, we came to his office to pick up the keys and on top of that we paid him  4,000 AED ($1,089) for the little work that he has done. 

It seems to me that being a real estate agent is a very lucrative profession in Dubai maybe I should look into it. I’m not asking for much, all I ask is that at least have the apartment ready for new tenants. Like the back charges on the electricity, I would’ve avoided 3 trips to DEWA if the back charges were cleared before we came into the picture. The balance for the cooling is still not cleared up to this day and we are moving in 3 days, so it’s a possibility that we are moving in without AC (which is not an option in this part of the world).  

If to the normal person all this seems taxing imagine me coming and going to these offices with a toddler in tow who may or may not be in the mood to wait in line. I would’ve managed a trip once, maybe twice if I’m lucky but on my third attempt this morning – not so much.

Bottom line, all this trouble would’ve been avoided if only the agent made sure everything was cleared before he signed new tenants in the apartment. 

I hate to rant, especially on this space since this is my happy place but it’s been eating me up these past few days and I’m loosing precious sleep thinking about it.
I’ve aired my concerns and this is the end of it – Good Night! (kaya?)
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Ramadan Kareem

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I have been living in a Muslim country for almost 9 years now and I’m ashamed to say it but I still have a lot to learn about their culture and the holidays they celebrate. 

Ramadan in particular is a very meaningful time for them and upon research I have discovered these facts about it.

 

Ramadan is a Muslim holiday and is observed in the ninth lunar month in the Muslim lunar calendar. It is believed that in this month that the Qu’ran was revealed to the prophet Mohammad.

During Ramadan, Muslims all over the world restrain themselves from:

  • food
  • drink
  • sexual contact and intercourse
  • smoke

The fast is done during daylight hours for 30 days. 

What most people don’t know is that Ramadan is more than refraining from food and drink, but the follower must not partake in gossip, unlawful activities or thoughts. Worshippers must not look at unlawful things. Of course, those who are ill or small children do not fast. 

Ramadan is basically the spiritual cleansing of the soul through self restraint.

 

The Sudhoor and Iftar

The sudhoor is the light meal eaten prior to daylight. The fast begins after this meal and resumes until sundown. 

The iftar is when the fast ends for the day and a halal meal may be eaten. Any type of food may be eaten, however, the most popular are honey, breads, figs, dates, fruits, and olives. 

It is popular is some cultures for families to host “iftar meals”, in which familes and neighbors will come for the evening meal.

Eid al Fitr

The Eid is a 3 day festival following the end of Ramadan. During this time, Muslims recognize the poor and give to charity and to celebrate the blessings of Ramadan.

When is Ramadan?

Ramadan occurs once a year and the month and day varies from year to year. The sight of the crescent moon marks the start of Ramadan.

 

from: http://mideastfood.about.com/od/middleeasternfood101/a/ramadan.htm

 

Raising kids in a different country exposes them to different cultures. Opening their little minds to a diversity of nationalities makes them respect different people. As a parent I feel like it’s my responsibility to help them learn about it and guide them to treat people equally. It’s not easy sometimes because I as an adult already have my own views on different people and where they come from but maybe with my boys growing up here in Dubai, I can also learn to open my own eyes and maybe grow up a little too. 

 

 


Changing Lanes

Eager to try out my new Lascal Buggy Board, I decided to take the boys out to the mall for lunch. I have to say it did not disappoint. Adrian loved riding on his “skateboard” he stayed on it the whole time! I could’ve shopped all afternoon but my little one, Aden needed his afternoon hug from mom (translation: he was sleepy) that we had to cut our trip short.

During this quick experiment, Adrian and I were physically closer to each other because the buggy board gave him height that he was closer to my face, we were able to converse a lot, it’s not what is the meaning of life type of conversation but pleasant nonetheless. This made me think of a recent post by my friend and idol blogger (naks!)  mymommylogy about first borns entitled  “I’m An Eldest Child Too” she talked about her own two children and how she had a connection with her first born because she herself was a first born too!

This made me think about my own relationship with my first born and how I treat him differently from my second one. I sometimes unknowingly expect him to be the more mature one when really he is just a child himself. It gets me frustrated sometimes when he wants to play and all I want to do is finish my chores. But lately, it seems that he’s changed lanes and on his way to some level of maturity. Aside from being the pleasant conversationalist that he is, he’s been volunteering to feed Aden, started opening doors for me and expressing his feelings more and more.

I know our road to life is still a long way to go but as they say, it’s not the destination that matters it’s the journey.

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ready for some mexican food

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I wanted to get this for him but it was still too big! next time!

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356 days old

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stolen moments I was happy to capture (on film?)


Please and Thank You

Sometimes the simplest things in life are often the ones forgotten the most. That is why in raising my sons I may be a bit repetitive like a broken record when I ask them to say “Please” and “Thank You”. It’s just a no brainer for me – I believe that being polite and courteous are foundations to a being a great person.

This is also why a great life lesson I would love my children to have when they grow up is humility and a sincere appreciation for others. I want my sons to think that whatever they have or whoever they have become in their lives they are no better than any other person on this earth. And that they should appreciate people who do any job even if it does not directly affect them.

I think that these two simple words and these two virtues armed with a good education could take them very far in life.


a lesson on Tactlessness

Tactless is defined as:

lacking or showing a lack of what is fitting and considerate in dealing with others.

From http://www.thefreedictionary.com/

Living abroad for almost a decade now I’ve grown accustomed to the politeness and courteous ways that people treat each other. A friendly nod to a complete stranger in the supermarket, a polite good morning to your neighbor on the elevator, people helping others with no hidden agenda and so much more pleasantries are all part of our daily day.

Just having come from our vacation from Manila, I tried to keep up this courteous behavior everywhere we went which lead to people looking at me like I was crazy for smiling at them or by just being nice.

What affected me the most was that  I couldn’t believe it how people can still be so tactless. It’s a very Filipino culture to greet people with a very heartwarming “ang taba mo” (you look fat).  I grew up with this tastelessness  all my life resulting in me having so much insecurities about my body.

Now that I am a parent and fully aware that my words, actions and reactions can damage my son’s life permanently I am very careful with what I say to them and always making sure to check myself that I only give them praises and positive feedback to give them the confidence that they need.

I hope that in this small way I will begin to breed a new generation of Filipinos who are polite and courteous to others. I sure hope my  future daughter in law appreciates me for it.

Found this tweet on Twitter:

OCMominManila @OCMominManila

pero ikaw tactless

I identified with the tweet so much, it was nice to know that I was not alone in this world.


My NOT so glamorous life

Being a full time mom can be glamorous, I have my own time in, I can come and go as I please, I get to play with my kids all day, I have brunch at quaint coffee shops, I have a flexible budget that enables me to buy a new dress sometimes (thanks to my generous hubby!), and I get to start a blog when the kids are napping (wink wink).

But chores like laundry, cleaning, and ironing have to be done or else the house falls apart, the kids need constant attention or else they may start to eat paper and other small things lying around, food have to be prepared or else everybody starves (which leads to more crying). Not to mention, I’m still breastfeeding my 8 month old baby so I’m basically a milk cow who is in demand 24 hours of the day. Glamorous isn’t it?

With the good and the bad side of being a SAHM I can’t imagine doing anything else but sometimes my emotions gets the best of me and makes me feel like I should be doing more with my life. Especially when I’m covered from my neck to my knees in vomit (which is when I conceptualized this post).

I envy the working moms who seem like they can do it all raising a family and having a career all at the same time. But as I write this post and my son comes to me and asks for a piece of banana I don’t want to be anywhere else. I guess what I’m saying is I just have to live my life and be the best at what I do.  Be it a glamorous one or not.

Live your life the way that you want to live it, don’t let other people live it for you… 


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