It has been almost 3 months of my tai-tai days. I do enjoy this break. Have been able to catch up on my reading and take my time to surf the net. Still have not get around to viewing all the movies and HK drama serials videos but am starting to. I always thank God for the luxury of being able to wake up in the morning whenever I like, without having to go through the morning rush of going to work, and certainly the unhurried time I have in reading His word each morning.
I have been more active in church as well. Been attending the Ladies Groups weekly Meetings. Basically, there are 2 groups - Asian (mostly Chinese) and Ang Mos. These ladies are all wives of working husbands, and they themselves either have children to look after or are not working. I continued to attend the Healing & Restoration Room, as well as the Life Group every week with hubby.
Sometimes while walking around in malls (especially when wondering if I was wasting my time away or starting to feel bored), I suddenly realised how blessed I am - to be able to not work and be financially stable, to be able to shop during those hours and not having to shover with the weekend crowds. I thank God for blessing hubby in his job. Though Dubai is debt ridden, yet God kept hubby in his job.
As a matter of fact, I almost return to my ex-company to work. They wanted me back after learning that I will be staying in Dubai for still some time. However in the midst of it, they faced financial challenges from the developer (which is typical in Dubai nowadays) and decided to cut back on manpower costs. Well, maybe it's God's will for me not to return.
So, is that good news or what? The good news is not about job, though I did manage to attend more interviews than previously in Dubai. The good news which I discovered days ago, is that I am now pregnant! Earlier on, I was musing with a friend about whether I might be pregnant. She said that if I am expecting, this would be the best Christmas gift! Another friend even calculated the dates and said on the day I celebrated my birthday in December, I was already pregnant! Never quite thought of that...
God is so good. Hubby and I just started family planning a few months ago. Though God has given us a name for our child a year or so ago, He has been gracious to wait for us to be ready and can't wait to pour forth His blessings, long prepared for His beloved children.
Now, perhaps God did have a plan for me not to work during this period after all! :D
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
An Overdue Entry
I am amazed that people actually still visit this blog! Yes, Mary, as you have said, I am more into FB than blogging these days.
Indeed, there had been some updates in the past recent months. The biggest update is that I have quit my job. I wanted to join hubby as he prepared to relocate to another state for work. I was also tired of being asked to take on work that primarily should be undertaken by colleagues. When a colleague told me that he kept coming to me (for work stuff) because he had been told by 2 senior staff to approach me, if he wants to get things done right and fast, I was not sure to be flattered or upset about it! Even on my last day at work, my big boss said he would have asked me to follow up on a task (which is another colleague's primary work), if not for me leaving (and not being available to follow up after that). Surely there should be some fairness to me? I can only conclude that it is difficult to work happily in a team where your colleagues are either lazy or keep making mistakes at work, plus bosses do not step in to correct the unfairness.
After my decision to quit, hubby's office informed that he would not be relocated to the other state after all. However, there are a few options for him in consideration. There had been talks of him going to that state after all, or to remain in Dubai, or to relocating to another country. Am still awaiting confirmed news on that.
In the meantime, I am enjoying my time catching up on my reading, watching TV and movies, surfing and going out with friends. What was more enjoyable was the Paris holidays I have gone on with hubby right after I left my job.
Well, hopefully good news will come soon from hubby's office. Then, you will see me on blog again!
Indeed, there had been some updates in the past recent months. The biggest update is that I have quit my job. I wanted to join hubby as he prepared to relocate to another state for work. I was also tired of being asked to take on work that primarily should be undertaken by colleagues. When a colleague told me that he kept coming to me (for work stuff) because he had been told by 2 senior staff to approach me, if he wants to get things done right and fast, I was not sure to be flattered or upset about it! Even on my last day at work, my big boss said he would have asked me to follow up on a task (which is another colleague's primary work), if not for me leaving (and not being available to follow up after that). Surely there should be some fairness to me? I can only conclude that it is difficult to work happily in a team where your colleagues are either lazy or keep making mistakes at work, plus bosses do not step in to correct the unfairness.
After my decision to quit, hubby's office informed that he would not be relocated to the other state after all. However, there are a few options for him in consideration. There had been talks of him going to that state after all, or to remain in Dubai, or to relocating to another country. Am still awaiting confirmed news on that.
In the meantime, I am enjoying my time catching up on my reading, watching TV and movies, surfing and going out with friends. What was more enjoyable was the Paris holidays I have gone on with hubby right after I left my job.
Well, hopefully good news will come soon from hubby's office. Then, you will see me on blog again!
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
1 Year Anniversary
It's been a year since I relocated to Dubai. Yes, my 1 year anniversary in Dubai - if I can call it that way.
Recently I was at the airport to fetch someone. The heat and humility reminded me of the first time I arrived in Dubai, when I stepped out from the airport into the open. This is my 2nd summer here. Time flies.
It's been a while since since I blog! Wonder anyone would still come to this page these days after not seeing any new updates repeatedly. Ha!
The biggest change during the last 6 months is that I am driving on the roads now :) That I would say is probably my biggest achievement in Dubai, considering that even friends with driving licenses in their own countries could not pass the local tests at their first attempt (and some requiring more than 3 tries) while I was able to, by the grace of God, cleared my test at my first try. Thank God too for saving money for me! The day I got my license, it was also my last day of the gek-sim (aka. frustrating) administrative system at the driving school. I can still recall being angry at the verge of tears at the way they do things there.
Dubai is infamous for their accident rate, largely attributed to the high speed and roundabouts. Cross junction traffic lights are rare here. My take is that due to the constant construction, roads get changed quickly and some were managed quite badly, that it appeared designed to create accidents! With the recent implementation of speed cameras, I believe the number of accidents had been reduced. However, today's papers revealed that the count of speed fines in the last 6 months was a 6 digit figure. Still, it beats the 3 digit death statistic caused by traffic accidents within a 6-month period last year.
I thank God for His protection on the roads. Have lost count of how many times He has watched over me! Hubby and I agreed that my driving style has been 'dubaified'. Can't beat them, join them... but safety is still number 1 priority. Losing some face and suffering some indignity is still better than losing your life or money over car repairs. In Dubai, once your car is hit, you have to file a police report by law. Quite troublesome so can pass it.
So, for the last quarter,
No more queue for taxi and enduring of the heat or cold out in the open :)
No more endurance of bad attitude or weird taxi drivers under bo-bian circumstances :)
No more harrassment from bo-liao men while waiting for public transporation :)
Able to listen to my type of music and messages in the car, versus listening to Indian or Pakistani loud music
Able to arrive home earlier! As early as 6.30pm, compared to as late as 9pm previously :)
Hallelujah!!!!!!
Recently I was at the airport to fetch someone. The heat and humility reminded me of the first time I arrived in Dubai, when I stepped out from the airport into the open. This is my 2nd summer here. Time flies.
It's been a while since since I blog! Wonder anyone would still come to this page these days after not seeing any new updates repeatedly. Ha!
The biggest change during the last 6 months is that I am driving on the roads now :) That I would say is probably my biggest achievement in Dubai, considering that even friends with driving licenses in their own countries could not pass the local tests at their first attempt (and some requiring more than 3 tries) while I was able to, by the grace of God, cleared my test at my first try. Thank God too for saving money for me! The day I got my license, it was also my last day of the gek-sim (aka. frustrating) administrative system at the driving school. I can still recall being angry at the verge of tears at the way they do things there.
Dubai is infamous for their accident rate, largely attributed to the high speed and roundabouts. Cross junction traffic lights are rare here. My take is that due to the constant construction, roads get changed quickly and some were managed quite badly, that it appeared designed to create accidents! With the recent implementation of speed cameras, I believe the number of accidents had been reduced. However, today's papers revealed that the count of speed fines in the last 6 months was a 6 digit figure. Still, it beats the 3 digit death statistic caused by traffic accidents within a 6-month period last year.
I thank God for His protection on the roads. Have lost count of how many times He has watched over me! Hubby and I agreed that my driving style has been 'dubaified'. Can't beat them, join them... but safety is still number 1 priority. Losing some face and suffering some indignity is still better than losing your life or money over car repairs. In Dubai, once your car is hit, you have to file a police report by law. Quite troublesome so can pass it.
So, for the last quarter,
No more queue for taxi and enduring of the heat or cold out in the open :)
No more endurance of bad attitude or weird taxi drivers under bo-bian circumstances :)
No more harrassment from bo-liao men while waiting for public transporation :)
Able to listen to my type of music and messages in the car, versus listening to Indian or Pakistani loud music
Able to arrive home earlier! As early as 6.30pm, compared to as late as 9pm previously :)
Hallelujah!!!!!!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Exodus
December had been a slow month. Most of the holidays of the year are 'concentrated' in that month. Being year end, it is also a month when people travel out of the country for holidays. For me, I enjoyed not having to wait long at taxi queues. Nevertheless, I have wondered if the turnaround was solely because of the holiday period or is it due to people leaving the country brought about by poor economy...
Recent local news reported that about 3000 people left Dubai after losing their jobs. Some had abandoned their vehicles at the airport, leaving behind months of unpaid installments. Personally, I have also witnessed more than a few cases of people caught in awkard positions while changing jobs, or being given the termination. Most took it badly. Some portrayed a strong front. Whatever it is, I think it is not easy to face such situations and hope all things turn out well for each of them eventually.
January came. The taxi queue grew longer at times. However, the wait was not that long these days. I was able to arrive back from work for as much as an hour earlier! :D
Traffic at the infamous Sheikh Zayed Road has also been more of a breeze. Not that there is no jam anymore. Jams still happened whenever there road accidents occured. However, it was not like standstill like before.
Guess that's good news for public commuters like me! Taking driving lessons currently. Pray that I can obtain my license in good time!!
Recent local news reported that about 3000 people left Dubai after losing their jobs. Some had abandoned their vehicles at the airport, leaving behind months of unpaid installments. Personally, I have also witnessed more than a few cases of people caught in awkard positions while changing jobs, or being given the termination. Most took it badly. Some portrayed a strong front. Whatever it is, I think it is not easy to face such situations and hope all things turn out well for each of them eventually.
January came. The taxi queue grew longer at times. However, the wait was not that long these days. I was able to arrive back from work for as much as an hour earlier! :D
Traffic at the infamous Sheikh Zayed Road has also been more of a breeze. Not that there is no jam anymore. Jams still happened whenever there road accidents occured. However, it was not like standstill like before.
Guess that's good news for public commuters like me! Taking driving lessons currently. Pray that I can obtain my license in good time!!
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Year End Thoughts
Today is the last day of 2008. Yours truly is blogging in the last 2 hours towards 2008.
This year has been a year of huge changes for me. It was also special. In terms of career, I had my sense of fulfillment as I was recognised for my work, which I had been preparing to do in a deeper context for years. Being involved in the transformation of the lives of people was beyond monetary satisfaction. It was also in some ways personal discovery and also appreciation for different aspects which my mind had not conceived of previously.
It was unfortunate that I had only a year to enjoy it. Despite being given the "privileged" green light to continue, I had to make the difficult choice to leave my work behind. It was certainly not easy but yet I know, the right thing to do.
Thus, I uprooted from Singapore and left for Dubai to join hubby, who came earlier to work since April. 6 months had passed and I am still around. Yes, I had my complaints of the maddening traffic and the summer heat. Sometimes, I had came to the stage to laugh about it, even the bad customer service standards here. However, I always thank God and even gave affirmations to those service providers who provided good services. Hopefully, positive strokes will encourage them to keep up the good service and cause a rippling effect?!
It was not easy to find a similar job here at Dubai. After some vain attempts, I had to adjust my expectations to take on jobs that are not as appealing. Did not quite think that I would be working in a construction sector! Nevertheless, it feels good to know that I am part of the booming construction sector in Dubai... In future, I will be able to tell my children and grandchildren that their mother/grandmother had been a part of Dubai's countless and interesting structure buildings :)
Having said that, I do miss my work prior to coming to Dubai. A lot... :I Well, guess there are seasons in life. I will be back, I know for sure. Someday......
Have taken up driving classes. After some ding-dong-ing due to the frequently wrong and inconsisent information system here, I had at last embarked on my journey towards attaining a driving license! Thank God that my instructor is encouraging and of a good temperament. That makes learning easier.
Today, I encountered yet another episode of crazy traffic. Wanted to return at 4.30pm from a mall (it's easiest to get cabs from shopping malls) but the queue today was incredibly long! Was it due to new year's eve? I detoured to wait for cabs out in the road but in vain. Even for the 2 buses that came, I was unable to board. Mentally and physically exhausted, I decided to go for an early dinner to replenish my energy. Thought the queue at the mall taxi stand would be shorter but boy, it was even longer! Never seen so many rounds of snake queue... Still, I thank God that I had my iPod and book for company, and that the queue was half an hour, not longer... if not, I might have killed someone! >:( The time I finally board a cab was 7.05pm.
The purpose of the 'detour' from today's topic was to reinforce my point: I NEED a license! Really don't wish to be victimised by the traffic situation again. I can pass my driving test... I will pass my driving test... I must pass my driving test! Apart from being freed from the traffic burden here (being stuck in Dubai typical traffic jam is the lesser evil of being stuck in a place where you cannot go anywhere), having a license will be handy in the future.
As for family, I realised that my mom missed me a lot. I kinda feel bad of being away...... *sigh* but I have to be with my husband. Prior to leaving, I know I will be missing the growing up years of my nieces. Nevertheless, am glad that at least I see pictures of their development. Siblings, keep those coming in! My sister's girl is looking more and more like her, whereas my brother's girl is getting prettier by the day.
:)
This year has been a year of huge changes for me. It was also special. In terms of career, I had my sense of fulfillment as I was recognised for my work, which I had been preparing to do in a deeper context for years. Being involved in the transformation of the lives of people was beyond monetary satisfaction. It was also in some ways personal discovery and also appreciation for different aspects which my mind had not conceived of previously.
It was unfortunate that I had only a year to enjoy it. Despite being given the "privileged" green light to continue, I had to make the difficult choice to leave my work behind. It was certainly not easy but yet I know, the right thing to do.
Thus, I uprooted from Singapore and left for Dubai to join hubby, who came earlier to work since April. 6 months had passed and I am still around. Yes, I had my complaints of the maddening traffic and the summer heat. Sometimes, I had came to the stage to laugh about it, even the bad customer service standards here. However, I always thank God and even gave affirmations to those service providers who provided good services. Hopefully, positive strokes will encourage them to keep up the good service and cause a rippling effect?!
It was not easy to find a similar job here at Dubai. After some vain attempts, I had to adjust my expectations to take on jobs that are not as appealing. Did not quite think that I would be working in a construction sector! Nevertheless, it feels good to know that I am part of the booming construction sector in Dubai... In future, I will be able to tell my children and grandchildren that their mother/grandmother had been a part of Dubai's countless and interesting structure buildings :)
Having said that, I do miss my work prior to coming to Dubai. A lot... :I Well, guess there are seasons in life. I will be back, I know for sure. Someday......
Have taken up driving classes. After some ding-dong-ing due to the frequently wrong and inconsisent information system here, I had at last embarked on my journey towards attaining a driving license! Thank God that my instructor is encouraging and of a good temperament. That makes learning easier.
Today, I encountered yet another episode of crazy traffic. Wanted to return at 4.30pm from a mall (it's easiest to get cabs from shopping malls) but the queue today was incredibly long! Was it due to new year's eve? I detoured to wait for cabs out in the road but in vain. Even for the 2 buses that came, I was unable to board. Mentally and physically exhausted, I decided to go for an early dinner to replenish my energy. Thought the queue at the mall taxi stand would be shorter but boy, it was even longer! Never seen so many rounds of snake queue... Still, I thank God that I had my iPod and book for company, and that the queue was half an hour, not longer... if not, I might have killed someone! >:( The time I finally board a cab was 7.05pm.
The purpose of the 'detour' from today's topic was to reinforce my point: I NEED a license! Really don't wish to be victimised by the traffic situation again. I can pass my driving test... I will pass my driving test... I must pass my driving test! Apart from being freed from the traffic burden here (being stuck in Dubai typical traffic jam is the lesser evil of being stuck in a place where you cannot go anywhere), having a license will be handy in the future.
As for family, I realised that my mom missed me a lot. I kinda feel bad of being away...... *sigh* but I have to be with my husband. Prior to leaving, I know I will be missing the growing up years of my nieces. Nevertheless, am glad that at least I see pictures of their development. Siblings, keep those coming in! My sister's girl is looking more and more like her, whereas my brother's girl is getting prettier by the day.
:)
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Desert Safari
December is a slow month in Dubai, cos most of the holidays in the year are 'concentrated' in that month. In fact, I am blogging this on a holiday! During a previous 3-day holiday period, hubby and I went on a Desert Safari tour. It's a must-do for anyone who have stayed in a desert area (or so-called... for Dubai, i guess).
Earlier, all I know about Desert Safari is that you get to experience driving around and being out in the real desert. Instead, it exceeded my expectations! I must say it felt different being surrounded by just sand, minus the real roads in far sight. Wasn't quite prepared for the rollercoaster like jerks as our guide drove his 4x4 wheeler skillfully up and down each sand slopes... We actually went on this tour with another family. The little girl was initially scared and kept quiet most of the time, whereas her older brother was enjoying himself, evidently :)
For me, it was quite fun. However, I started to feel a bit nauseous after a while. Somehow, after coming to Dubai, I realised my body can't take well to the repeated jerks whilst in car and being stuck long in traffic jams. After 15 minutes of solid safari, the driver drove onto the main road and headed toward the camp where we had dinner and night entertainment. He told us that it would be only 2 last minutes of safari. Within a minute of safari driving, the little girl threw up! Believe me, at that moment, I was trying hard to hold back too! The driver pulled over and allowed the little girl to alight with her parents and recovered. Thank God that I was able to hold on well... :p
The evening was an overall pleasant experience. Though sitting on a camel was scary at times (when it suddenly got up or kneel down to let me 'alight'), I am glad that I had done it! Ha! ;) There were the traditional dances performances as well. There was one where the male dancer had this flying saucer like skirt that lighted up when he danced with it... There were some good sports who volunteered to take that to dance with it. I must say that the turning around over and over again is not easy... Don't they get dizzy? And of course, how could I not mention the sensual belly dancing by the female dancer? The MC had to repeatedly urged the guys to sit down and not block the people behind (who are cosily seated at their tables) from viewing the entertainment. Even hubby and I had to step up to tap the shoulders of those guys to be more considerate.
It was indeed very cold out at the desert at night, especially now the winter season has just set in. Our guess was that it was 16 degrees celsius or below?! I thank God that I brought my gloves along, and of course, my jacket.
Alright, previous attempts to post pictures at this site had been a problem. Here's yet another of my attempt, though not sure how successful it will be!
Sunday, December 07, 2008
Rain indeed.......
A few days ago, i witnessed rain while travelling in my company transport. It wasn't just rain but downpour. Somehow, my workplace area tends to be more prone to rain... I attribute it to the more plentiful water supply there. It's a man-made marina place... and close to the beach... well, whatever.......
Today, I became a victim of the rain. They say it tends to rain in Dubai for not more than a week in a year. Well, I have heard that flooding can be a problem. I have seen for myself the great jam the poor drainage system had caused. 2 out of 7 lanes being unusable is quite a big deal, not to mention the frequency of road accidents here given the higher speed limit and the way of driving here.
Just to clarify, I wasn't referring to being stuck in the jam in being victimised. It was kind of worse than that. This morning, I entered my office to find that my department area is flooded. The carpet is wet. Not a big deal for me. The documents being wet was some of a deal for me. Perhaps I should give thanks that my workstation is largely intact i.e. PCs still usable, whereas another department was virtually drenched by water......
Something that amazed me was the work culture here. I have heard of such stories but today, I am a real witness to testify. Instead of going to where the action is i.e. pumping out the source of water leakage, a total of 10 over workers assembled at the worst hit area in the office, awaiting confirmation to move the office stuff so that they could change the carpet.
Goodness. Didn't they see that the water was still dripping down?!? I find the question quite incredulous as I told the foreman to coordinate with the party responsible to fix the leaking roof first, before thinking of moving any stuff. He then proceeded to call some other parties.
What a Saturday. Thought I could at last start doing some non-urgent work for today's half day of work. Blame it on the rain.
Today, I became a victim of the rain. They say it tends to rain in Dubai for not more than a week in a year. Well, I have heard that flooding can be a problem. I have seen for myself the great jam the poor drainage system had caused. 2 out of 7 lanes being unusable is quite a big deal, not to mention the frequency of road accidents here given the higher speed limit and the way of driving here.
Just to clarify, I wasn't referring to being stuck in the jam in being victimised. It was kind of worse than that. This morning, I entered my office to find that my department area is flooded. The carpet is wet. Not a big deal for me. The documents being wet was some of a deal for me. Perhaps I should give thanks that my workstation is largely intact i.e. PCs still usable, whereas another department was virtually drenched by water......
Something that amazed me was the work culture here. I have heard of such stories but today, I am a real witness to testify. Instead of going to where the action is i.e. pumping out the source of water leakage, a total of 10 over workers assembled at the worst hit area in the office, awaiting confirmation to move the office stuff so that they could change the carpet.
Goodness. Didn't they see that the water was still dripping down?!? I find the question quite incredulous as I told the foreman to coordinate with the party responsible to fix the leaking roof first, before thinking of moving any stuff. He then proceeded to call some other parties.
What a Saturday. Thought I could at last start doing some non-urgent work for today's half day of work. Blame it on the rain.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Rain in Desert Land
Weather is changing... Gone are the gruelling days of summer when temperature could hit a merciless 48 degree celsius :( Now, winter is coming!
Yes! Winter! I never knew that in such a desert land, there is such a thing called "winter"! Not to mention about rain :) Have heard that it rain here once a year! This morning, I stepped out, expecting the usual cool wind. I got more than that... I realised that the ground are wet. It seemed more than dew.
Some colleagues said it is dew... Some said it is rain. My guess is it must be rain.... if not, how to explain the puddle of water at the side of the road? Whatever it is, I am looking forward to the rain! =D
Yes! Winter! I never knew that in such a desert land, there is such a thing called "winter"! Not to mention about rain :) Have heard that it rain here once a year! This morning, I stepped out, expecting the usual cool wind. I got more than that... I realised that the ground are wet. It seemed more than dew.
Some colleagues said it is dew... Some said it is rain. My guess is it must be rain.... if not, how to explain the puddle of water at the side of the road? Whatever it is, I am looking forward to the rain! =D
Taxi Adventures
Somehow, my previous posting did not get published. Hope this won't turn out to be a double-post! This is not a grumpy post. Rather, it's quite funny, though it is potentially worrying at the same time.
A kind colleague who drives alighted me near my place after work today. Thank God that I am spared the enduring wait of public (and crowded) buses. I proceeded to take a taxi from my alighting point but no taxis stopped. I “detoured” for 20 minutes to buy some essentials at the mall. Still, when I returned to the mall taxi stand, the queue was still equally long. I decided to wait, since my earlier wait elsewhere was fruitless.
When my turn finally came, I was thankfully pleased that this driver was very polite, friendly and spoke good English (easier to communicate). Again, I was mistaken as a Korean, if not, Japanese. Hmm… that means I am still pretty fair in complexion after almost 6 months in Dubai…
5 minutes into the journey, the first adventure occurred. A sudden hit! I thought the taxi was hit at the side by oncoming vehicles (the driver was turning out from a small road). Or did it hit the curb? The driver excused himself and exited the vehicle to inspect his damage. It was only when I turned around then I realised we were hit at the back by another car.
Oh… Why am I so “lucky”? I thought my journey would be even further delayed.
It was not so, thank God. Though the taxi driver did not manage to get any compensation (the other party refused to pay, he said), he proudly declared that his taxi was still in good condition, unlike the other driver’s car.
So, the journey continued. Only a few minutes of interruption.
I am thankful that this driver has a good temperament. I told him that it would be wonderful if most taxi drivers here are like him, since I had encountered quite a number of rude drivers. He agreed and added that he had learnt about customer service back in his country of origin.
Good – I thought.
In Dubai, it is common that taxi drivers asked questions, like where you come from, etc. I do likewise, in order to be build rapport and communication, so that I can give directions easier.
Towards the end of the journey, this driver asked me a common question: Is my family also here? I replied yes. I can’t believe what he said next! He actually said that if I were single, he “would not let me go”. Good grief!! My heart almost stopped. Was I hearing things???
The last gesture confirmed that I was not hallucinating. (No, I wasn’t molested – just in case your mind drifted). When I arrived at the villa and was due to pay the fare, I deliberately asked the driver to turn on the lights so that I can see my notes clearly. How else can I stop him from asking or saying crazy stuff?!
As I was short of smaller change, I told him to return me just 10 dirhams and keep the balance 4 dirhams. It is not uncommon here to leave the change for taxi drivers. My reason to let this driver keep the change was not just to quickly “get away” but I genuinely felt he deserved the “tips” since the journey was overall pleasant (minus the car bump and his unexpected expressions towards the end). The driver expressed his thanks for the tips. However, I tried really hard to suppress my laughter when he kissed the 10 dirhams note and gave me a big grin as he returned me the note.
What am I to make sense of that? Tell me! Hubby said I should sue him.
A kind colleague who drives alighted me near my place after work today. Thank God that I am spared the enduring wait of public (and crowded) buses. I proceeded to take a taxi from my alighting point but no taxis stopped. I “detoured” for 20 minutes to buy some essentials at the mall. Still, when I returned to the mall taxi stand, the queue was still equally long. I decided to wait, since my earlier wait elsewhere was fruitless.
When my turn finally came, I was thankfully pleased that this driver was very polite, friendly and spoke good English (easier to communicate). Again, I was mistaken as a Korean, if not, Japanese. Hmm… that means I am still pretty fair in complexion after almost 6 months in Dubai…
5 minutes into the journey, the first adventure occurred. A sudden hit! I thought the taxi was hit at the side by oncoming vehicles (the driver was turning out from a small road). Or did it hit the curb? The driver excused himself and exited the vehicle to inspect his damage. It was only when I turned around then I realised we were hit at the back by another car.
Oh… Why am I so “lucky”? I thought my journey would be even further delayed.
It was not so, thank God. Though the taxi driver did not manage to get any compensation (the other party refused to pay, he said), he proudly declared that his taxi was still in good condition, unlike the other driver’s car.
So, the journey continued. Only a few minutes of interruption.
I am thankful that this driver has a good temperament. I told him that it would be wonderful if most taxi drivers here are like him, since I had encountered quite a number of rude drivers. He agreed and added that he had learnt about customer service back in his country of origin.
Good – I thought.
In Dubai, it is common that taxi drivers asked questions, like where you come from, etc. I do likewise, in order to be build rapport and communication, so that I can give directions easier.
Towards the end of the journey, this driver asked me a common question: Is my family also here? I replied yes. I can’t believe what he said next! He actually said that if I were single, he “would not let me go”. Good grief!! My heart almost stopped. Was I hearing things???
The last gesture confirmed that I was not hallucinating. (No, I wasn’t molested – just in case your mind drifted). When I arrived at the villa and was due to pay the fare, I deliberately asked the driver to turn on the lights so that I can see my notes clearly. How else can I stop him from asking or saying crazy stuff?!
As I was short of smaller change, I told him to return me just 10 dirhams and keep the balance 4 dirhams. It is not uncommon here to leave the change for taxi drivers. My reason to let this driver keep the change was not just to quickly “get away” but I genuinely felt he deserved the “tips” since the journey was overall pleasant (minus the car bump and his unexpected expressions towards the end). The driver expressed his thanks for the tips. However, I tried really hard to suppress my laughter when he kissed the 10 dirhams note and gave me a big grin as he returned me the note.
What am I to make sense of that? Tell me! Hubby said I should sue him.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Traffic Woes
If I had the time to update this last night, it would be a super grumpy email ;{ Perhaps it would still be but it is definitely with less "steam" than last night... However, God's hands have moved and things may come to a better - in fact, much much better outcome :) Thus, I am in a more lighthearted mood as I write about yet another hair-tearing experience of my commuting in Dubai.
Each time the off-work hour is nearing, I would experience a mixture of feelings. The upside is that I could go back to unwind from work. However, the downside is the uncertainty of what kind of traffic madness I would be facing for the day......
I often hear people here say that without a car, it's very inconvenient. Having taken buses and taxis, I thought their words were just unjustifiable expressions from being too pampered by private transportation. I was proven wrong, as I began to take public transport on a daily basis - during peak hours. That made all the difference :s
So far, I had 2 very extreme experiences of feeling angry and upset to the point of almost tears!! The first time was when I could not board the bus, even after I had waited for the second bus to arrive (both the first bus and second bus were full). Attempts to hail a taxi were almost fruitless, as taxis stopped for others who suddenly appeared out of nowhere ahead of me. Otherwise, the numerous taxis that passed me by were occupied, if not, the driver chose not to stop. It was after more than half an hour before I managed to get into a taxi. By then, I had became so tired that I cancelled going to my original destination and headed back instead.
The other experience was even worse! It was 2 persons' anguish this time. Hubby and I called for a taxi to go the airport. We had called for the taxi in advance but waited in vain for more than 1 hour. Repeated calls were equally helpless. Hubby even walked out 20 minutes to the main road to hail for a taxi but to no avail. We were super worried that we might miss our fight! Thank God that a taxi responded to our call after more than an hour. His question of whether we could pay the road toil for him to quickly come over to us, was no longer worth asking. That tiny amount is nothing compared to missing a flight! For 2 persons!! I recalled that even after reaching the airport and knowing that we had ample time, hubby and I were still anxious. That was so stressful! It was after we had sat down and finished our meal then we started to "recover". What a less-than-desired "adventure"!
Apart from unreliable taxi reservation service, the taxi drivers here is another challenge. I thank God that not all are bad but just a few is enough to make your day bad. Had enough of taxi drivers being rude so I had learnt to behave beyond assertive to aggressive towards rude drivers. This is also another uncertainty: whether you end up returning in a pleasant or stress-filled journey.
For my journey from work back to my place, I usually take a taxi after my company bus alight me at a busy bus stop. Public buses are usually a disappointment so I had kind of given up. Taking a taxi saves me much more time; the extra spent on the fare is definitely worthwhile. It's not just time but physical energy spent walking back half an hour from the bus stop nearest to my place if I were to take the public bus, after its long winding road journey (and transfer of bus).
In returning back, though I needed to walk a bit to get to the spot where taxis are more likely to stop, it was not an issue. The road crossings were however not pedestrians-friendly and in fact are quite dangerous for those who were not as cautious or slow. The spot I eventually reached to wait for taxis is a hotspot. "Competitors" rally around the taxi whenever one care to stop. The driver thus has the advantage to choose his passenger...... I had ever taken one taxi when 2 other men desperately requested for car pooling. The driver was nice enough to ask if I am ok with the arrangement. Seeing that the 2 men were dressed in suits and seemed decent, I agreed. After all, their destination was along my way (they were even willing to accomodate with my preference, if any!). Later, I learnt that these 2 men had actually taken a bus from another more "remote" bus stop to that particular hotspot to take a taxi! I am not the only helpless victim of the transport system here after all.
A few days ago, I experienced another blow which finally pushed me to the edge. Enough. I shall for sure take up driving lessons, regardless of how much stricter the passing standards may have risen. That day, my company transport was late in picking the staff off work. 2 colleagues told me that I could board the other bus, since it would be passing by my dropoff spot. I checked with the driver and he readily agreed. So did one more staff who usually takes that bus back. Later, I realised that 3 extra staff (including me) boarded the bus. It was ample for all to sit but certainly not as cosy as before. All of us joked along the way and had fun. However, towards the end of my journey, a colleague whom I deem close told me that I should "stick to my (designated) bus"; she was of the view that all who are designated to whichever bus should follow the bus "in good times or bad times" i.e. even if the bus is late, you should jolly wait. I was very taken aback by her remarks but held my cool. If I had known that my boarding of that bus would cause such great inconvenience, I certainly would not have board it. That kind of in-your-face feedback that you are an unwelcome extra is really yucky. It wasn't bad to the extent that all of us were sitting shoulder to shoulder. I find it hard to understand the rationale, since such occasions are only exceptional. Why the need to be so "possessive" and so unwilling to share?
With that, I pray that my days of facing such stress on returning from work during peak hours could end soon. Hubby and I initially decided to rent a car (buying one is a problem currently due to some administrative issues). However, it seems that God has open up a better option...... We have committed that to Him and anticipate to see how things develop.
Stay tuned :)
Each time the off-work hour is nearing, I would experience a mixture of feelings. The upside is that I could go back to unwind from work. However, the downside is the uncertainty of what kind of traffic madness I would be facing for the day......
I often hear people here say that without a car, it's very inconvenient. Having taken buses and taxis, I thought their words were just unjustifiable expressions from being too pampered by private transportation. I was proven wrong, as I began to take public transport on a daily basis - during peak hours. That made all the difference :s
So far, I had 2 very extreme experiences of feeling angry and upset to the point of almost tears!! The first time was when I could not board the bus, even after I had waited for the second bus to arrive (both the first bus and second bus were full). Attempts to hail a taxi were almost fruitless, as taxis stopped for others who suddenly appeared out of nowhere ahead of me. Otherwise, the numerous taxis that passed me by were occupied, if not, the driver chose not to stop. It was after more than half an hour before I managed to get into a taxi. By then, I had became so tired that I cancelled going to my original destination and headed back instead.
The other experience was even worse! It was 2 persons' anguish this time. Hubby and I called for a taxi to go the airport. We had called for the taxi in advance but waited in vain for more than 1 hour. Repeated calls were equally helpless. Hubby even walked out 20 minutes to the main road to hail for a taxi but to no avail. We were super worried that we might miss our fight! Thank God that a taxi responded to our call after more than an hour. His question of whether we could pay the road toil for him to quickly come over to us, was no longer worth asking. That tiny amount is nothing compared to missing a flight! For 2 persons!! I recalled that even after reaching the airport and knowing that we had ample time, hubby and I were still anxious. That was so stressful! It was after we had sat down and finished our meal then we started to "recover". What a less-than-desired "adventure"!
Apart from unreliable taxi reservation service, the taxi drivers here is another challenge. I thank God that not all are bad but just a few is enough to make your day bad. Had enough of taxi drivers being rude so I had learnt to behave beyond assertive to aggressive towards rude drivers. This is also another uncertainty: whether you end up returning in a pleasant or stress-filled journey.
For my journey from work back to my place, I usually take a taxi after my company bus alight me at a busy bus stop. Public buses are usually a disappointment so I had kind of given up. Taking a taxi saves me much more time; the extra spent on the fare is definitely worthwhile. It's not just time but physical energy spent walking back half an hour from the bus stop nearest to my place if I were to take the public bus, after its long winding road journey (and transfer of bus).
In returning back, though I needed to walk a bit to get to the spot where taxis are more likely to stop, it was not an issue. The road crossings were however not pedestrians-friendly and in fact are quite dangerous for those who were not as cautious or slow. The spot I eventually reached to wait for taxis is a hotspot. "Competitors" rally around the taxi whenever one care to stop. The driver thus has the advantage to choose his passenger...... I had ever taken one taxi when 2 other men desperately requested for car pooling. The driver was nice enough to ask if I am ok with the arrangement. Seeing that the 2 men were dressed in suits and seemed decent, I agreed. After all, their destination was along my way (they were even willing to accomodate with my preference, if any!). Later, I learnt that these 2 men had actually taken a bus from another more "remote" bus stop to that particular hotspot to take a taxi! I am not the only helpless victim of the transport system here after all.
A few days ago, I experienced another blow which finally pushed me to the edge. Enough. I shall for sure take up driving lessons, regardless of how much stricter the passing standards may have risen. That day, my company transport was late in picking the staff off work. 2 colleagues told me that I could board the other bus, since it would be passing by my dropoff spot. I checked with the driver and he readily agreed. So did one more staff who usually takes that bus back. Later, I realised that 3 extra staff (including me) boarded the bus. It was ample for all to sit but certainly not as cosy as before. All of us joked along the way and had fun. However, towards the end of my journey, a colleague whom I deem close told me that I should "stick to my (designated) bus"; she was of the view that all who are designated to whichever bus should follow the bus "in good times or bad times" i.e. even if the bus is late, you should jolly wait. I was very taken aback by her remarks but held my cool. If I had known that my boarding of that bus would cause such great inconvenience, I certainly would not have board it. That kind of in-your-face feedback that you are an unwelcome extra is really yucky. It wasn't bad to the extent that all of us were sitting shoulder to shoulder. I find it hard to understand the rationale, since such occasions are only exceptional. Why the need to be so "possessive" and so unwilling to share?
With that, I pray that my days of facing such stress on returning from work during peak hours could end soon. Hubby and I initially decided to rent a car (buying one is a problem currently due to some administrative issues). However, it seems that God has open up a better option...... We have committed that to Him and anticipate to see how things develop.
Stay tuned :)
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Another Taxi Journey
This posting is a mixture of whiny and perhaps puzzling one... cos it started off bad but ended off well, I guess.
For the background, I ended up taking a taxi back today because of the maddening traffic condition here during peak hours. The day before, I had my first experience taking the company bus during peak hours. Aarrghh... the 45 minute turtle-style jam along Sheikh Zayed Road (notwithstanding its 7 lanes!) was so frustrating! Plus the fact that my body was on "low cell", I almost throw up! Thank God for the sweets I had. After alighting, it took me another 15 minutes for a cab to stop (some cabs 'consider' passengers on destination basis). By the time I reached home, I was truly peng-shan.
Thus, today I decided against taking the company bus and instead try out an alternate way. My original plan was to take a public bus (gotta walk out for about 20 minutes) then transfer to a cab (no buses come into the 'deep' end where I stay). *Sigh* I saw my bus passed me by again (it had happened for the previous 2 times). This time round as I walked on, I realised the bus stop seemed to have moved! Funny thing is that here, not every bus stop has a distinctive bus stop sign. I recalled previously, I realised that a particular spot was the bus stop only after I stopped to ask a person (who was at that spot waiting for the bus).
How do I know for sure that the bus stop has moved? Cos' I recalled taking photos at the bus stop, where I would not have gone past the twin towers! Where is the familar make-shift seats and site office? Would I be waiting at the correct place if I just anyhow 'park' myself there?
When a cab was passing by, I swiftly waved my hand for it. Rather not risk walking to nowhere and having to wait in vain for more than half an hour, especially when it's turning dark.
Into the cab I went... I had learnt to talk to taxi drivers here more assertively, even aggressively when necessary... I recalled scolding a downright rude taxi driver (one of the 2 drivers whom I had scolded). I cannot take it when his misunderstanding of my words and his own impatience gave way to rudeness and repeated scolding. Hello?! I don't owe you any favors because I sit in a car driven by you! I pay for your service and I am your boss! Which employee scold the boss and get away with it? Of course those were not my exact words to the driver. I told that rude driver off repeatedly that he was rude and questioned why he was treating customers in that manner. At the end of that journey after I had paid the fare, he returned me the change with a more respectful "Thank You".
For this driver, I thought the manner he replied "Ok" was unyielding, after I told him my destination and the directions i.e. which (jam) road to avoid. Inside me, I was thinking this better not be another egoistic driver who cannot receive instructions. I was not rude or commanding in my tone.
Later, this driver put on earphones. I wondered how he would be able to listen to my instructions when I needed to tell him where to turn. The music that blasted out from his earphones are typical Indian or local music, or maybe Pakistan. Maybe I should be thankful that this driver did not blast the entire taxi with such music but exercised some consideration...
As the driver drove past the narrow and construction-ladden road, we witnessed some labourers arguing loudly - in the middle of the narrow roads near traffic barricades. The driver actually laughed and commented "Fighting!" God knows what he was thinking!
I asked the driver if Jumeirah roads would be jam at this hour. He replied "Everywhere jam" (at this hour). How I wish he could be more encouraging. Later, he said "too many Chinese" which I interpretated as his stated reason for the heavy traffic (hope I was wrong). I wondered what the driver really meant! I told him I had seen more Fillipinos and Indians here than Chinese. I added that the traffic was bad here probably due to the high number of cars.
I took the opportunity to ask him if he could hear me if I were to give him road directions, since he was listening to his earphones. He replied affirmatively "No problem" and added that I could tap his shoulder, as he demostrated to me by tapping his own rather forcifully.
At the end of the journey, he actually thanked me and wished me good night. Am glad that the journey back today was a pleasant one and the driver was not annoying. Ha!
For the background, I ended up taking a taxi back today because of the maddening traffic condition here during peak hours. The day before, I had my first experience taking the company bus during peak hours. Aarrghh... the 45 minute turtle-style jam along Sheikh Zayed Road (notwithstanding its 7 lanes!) was so frustrating! Plus the fact that my body was on "low cell", I almost throw up! Thank God for the sweets I had. After alighting, it took me another 15 minutes for a cab to stop (some cabs 'consider' passengers on destination basis). By the time I reached home, I was truly peng-shan.
Thus, today I decided against taking the company bus and instead try out an alternate way. My original plan was to take a public bus (gotta walk out for about 20 minutes) then transfer to a cab (no buses come into the 'deep' end where I stay). *Sigh* I saw my bus passed me by again (it had happened for the previous 2 times). This time round as I walked on, I realised the bus stop seemed to have moved! Funny thing is that here, not every bus stop has a distinctive bus stop sign. I recalled previously, I realised that a particular spot was the bus stop only after I stopped to ask a person (who was at that spot waiting for the bus).
How do I know for sure that the bus stop has moved? Cos' I recalled taking photos at the bus stop, where I would not have gone past the twin towers! Where is the familar make-shift seats and site office? Would I be waiting at the correct place if I just anyhow 'park' myself there?
When a cab was passing by, I swiftly waved my hand for it. Rather not risk walking to nowhere and having to wait in vain for more than half an hour, especially when it's turning dark.
Into the cab I went... I had learnt to talk to taxi drivers here more assertively, even aggressively when necessary... I recalled scolding a downright rude taxi driver (one of the 2 drivers whom I had scolded). I cannot take it when his misunderstanding of my words and his own impatience gave way to rudeness and repeated scolding. Hello?! I don't owe you any favors because I sit in a car driven by you! I pay for your service and I am your boss! Which employee scold the boss and get away with it? Of course those were not my exact words to the driver. I told that rude driver off repeatedly that he was rude and questioned why he was treating customers in that manner. At the end of that journey after I had paid the fare, he returned me the change with a more respectful "Thank You".
For this driver, I thought the manner he replied "Ok" was unyielding, after I told him my destination and the directions i.e. which (jam) road to avoid. Inside me, I was thinking this better not be another egoistic driver who cannot receive instructions. I was not rude or commanding in my tone.
Later, this driver put on earphones. I wondered how he would be able to listen to my instructions when I needed to tell him where to turn. The music that blasted out from his earphones are typical Indian or local music, or maybe Pakistan. Maybe I should be thankful that this driver did not blast the entire taxi with such music but exercised some consideration...
As the driver drove past the narrow and construction-ladden road, we witnessed some labourers arguing loudly - in the middle of the narrow roads near traffic barricades. The driver actually laughed and commented "Fighting!" God knows what he was thinking!
I asked the driver if Jumeirah roads would be jam at this hour. He replied "Everywhere jam" (at this hour). How I wish he could be more encouraging. Later, he said "too many Chinese" which I interpretated as his stated reason for the heavy traffic (hope I was wrong). I wondered what the driver really meant! I told him I had seen more Fillipinos and Indians here than Chinese. I added that the traffic was bad here probably due to the high number of cars.
I took the opportunity to ask him if he could hear me if I were to give him road directions, since he was listening to his earphones. He replied affirmatively "No problem" and added that I could tap his shoulder, as he demostrated to me by tapping his own rather forcifully.
At the end of the journey, he actually thanked me and wished me good night. Am glad that the journey back today was a pleasant one and the driver was not annoying. Ha!
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Gone Too Soon......
I know the title might remind you of a song sung by MJ but it echoes how yours truly feel about the 2 weeks away from Dubai and back home.
Time flies when you're having fun, I guess. It was almost plain crazy in terms of busyness back to Singapore. Catching up with friends, running errands, busy with sis-in-law's wedding, sorting and packing stuff to be brought to Dubai. Am glad that hubby and I had less madness and more time to ourselves when we dropped by KL Midvalley for 2 days before returning to Dubai.
Some friends, regrettably, I do have the luxury of time to catch up with. Thankfully, I have been blessed to bump into some friends along the streets! 3 to be specific! Haha! Praise God!
A friend was amazed (or should I say shocked?) to see my list of to-dos. Hubby mentioned about me who had everything planned out during our return trip. Well, this may sounds a bit exaggerating; the list run into 3 pages. Most of it was what to take to bring to Dubai...
That's the difference between me and hubby. He is a "free-spirit" kinda personality while I am a planner and pragmatic person.
We gotta makan the familiar fabulous food of Singapore! Soya bean curb, fish soup mee suan, cha siew, dim sum, hokkien mee, indian food, buffalo wings, chu qian yi ding nissin instant noodles, and of course, mom's homemade soup! :p Pity that I did not get to eat the famous fish soup bee hoon at Holland V. Hubby did not get to eat the ayam penyat at Changi V but he was not as die-hard for it though... strangely... Very regrettably, I missed eating the tau sa pia which I had specifically asked hubby to get it when he passed by Balestier. By the time I was ready to eat it i.e. the evening of the 2nd day the pia was bought back home (hubby bought 20, i tink), none was left!!!
Mom complained that I didn't spent much time at home. Well, guess it's typical of me (she used to say of me "roaming the streets constantly" in Cantonese; guessed I can't fully explain the essence unless you understand what "lan gai" means in Cantonese!). Earlier, hubby and i have thought of staying in a chalet when back, since it might be quite packed staying in either parents' places. However, we eventually decided to stay with parents, since it makes more sense (after all, we are back to spend more time together), besides the economical reasons. Looking back, if we had stayed in chalets, that meant we would have spent even lesser time with our families!
Prior to coming back, I have made brief mention to siblings of having a family dinner together (we had it during parents' birthdays or CNY). However, it slipped through the cracks and no mention or follow up was brought up. After I left, mom told me that she had bought more food for the dinner gatherings. Huh? Ok, next round of return, I must be more thick-skinned in getting everyone back for dinner!
Nevertheless, I think when it comes to moms, it is never enough time. To think that I actually spent 2/3 of my return staying with my parents (versus staying with my in-law)! Well, what to do? Now, I can only hope time will pass abundantly and quickly, for my next return back to Singapore. God only knows when it would be for next year!
Time flies when you're having fun, I guess. It was almost plain crazy in terms of busyness back to Singapore. Catching up with friends, running errands, busy with sis-in-law's wedding, sorting and packing stuff to be brought to Dubai. Am glad that hubby and I had less madness and more time to ourselves when we dropped by KL Midvalley for 2 days before returning to Dubai.
Some friends, regrettably, I do have the luxury of time to catch up with. Thankfully, I have been blessed to bump into some friends along the streets! 3 to be specific! Haha! Praise God!
A friend was amazed (or should I say shocked?) to see my list of to-dos. Hubby mentioned about me who had everything planned out during our return trip. Well, this may sounds a bit exaggerating; the list run into 3 pages. Most of it was what to take to bring to Dubai...
That's the difference between me and hubby. He is a "free-spirit" kinda personality while I am a planner and pragmatic person.
We gotta makan the familiar fabulous food of Singapore! Soya bean curb, fish soup mee suan, cha siew, dim sum, hokkien mee, indian food, buffalo wings, chu qian yi ding nissin instant noodles, and of course, mom's homemade soup! :p Pity that I did not get to eat the famous fish soup bee hoon at Holland V. Hubby did not get to eat the ayam penyat at Changi V but he was not as die-hard for it though... strangely... Very regrettably, I missed eating the tau sa pia which I had specifically asked hubby to get it when he passed by Balestier. By the time I was ready to eat it i.e. the evening of the 2nd day the pia was bought back home (hubby bought 20, i tink), none was left!!!
Mom complained that I didn't spent much time at home. Well, guess it's typical of me (she used to say of me "roaming the streets constantly" in Cantonese; guessed I can't fully explain the essence unless you understand what "lan gai" means in Cantonese!). Earlier, hubby and i have thought of staying in a chalet when back, since it might be quite packed staying in either parents' places. However, we eventually decided to stay with parents, since it makes more sense (after all, we are back to spend more time together), besides the economical reasons. Looking back, if we had stayed in chalets, that meant we would have spent even lesser time with our families!
Prior to coming back, I have made brief mention to siblings of having a family dinner together (we had it during parents' birthdays or CNY). However, it slipped through the cracks and no mention or follow up was brought up. After I left, mom told me that she had bought more food for the dinner gatherings. Huh? Ok, next round of return, I must be more thick-skinned in getting everyone back for dinner!
Nevertheless, I think when it comes to moms, it is never enough time. To think that I actually spent 2/3 of my return staying with my parents (versus staying with my in-law)! Well, what to do? Now, I can only hope time will pass abundantly and quickly, for my next return back to Singapore. God only knows when it would be for next year!
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Transportion
Yesterday, I hopped into a cab to return to the villa. Usually, I would inwardly declare 'Hallelujah' if the driver did not blast the taxi with Arabian music or similar-like music. Couldn't remember if this driver played the music that set my head spinning, but one thing I could not shake it out of my head up to now, is that the driver was selecting the different ring tones from his mobile phone to listen at random - and yes! - whilst driving at the same time!!! Playing with your mobile phone while driving??? This is so unthinkable and intolerable back in Singapore!
Thankfully, I managed to reach my destination in one piece. That was truly the grace of God, for on the 2-lane road while my taxi driver was driving at about 60 km/hr, another car dashed out to the road into the very same lane! It was probably an angel of God, not my taxi driver, who swayed the car sideways to the other lane. :s My taxi driver appeared pretty upset by the road unworthiness of the offending driver, for he wound down his window and looked towards that driver.
Guess what? The other driver also wound down his car window... he waved and smiled, somewhat apologetically, I guessed. That saved the day. No road rage... for my taxi driver smiled and waved in acknowledgement.
Whew!
I've been taking taxis more often than buses, as the bus system here has still quite a way towards establishment! During peak hours, I was denied the right to board the bus as the ladies section was full (only the seats, not standing space!). I waited for the next bus, but again it was again! I recalled feeling frustrated almost to the point of tears when I kept waving for taxis and they simply were occupied or chose to go other preferred locations or got 'stolen' by others who 'jump the queue' by waiting further in front but started waiting for a taxi around the same area later than me.
Another thing I discovered about the bus system here, is that not all bus stops have a bus sign there! How on earth would a person know that a bus would stop there, not to mention the bus numbers?! The buses do not arrive on schedule, so whatever is stated on the bus stop signage does not count. I have tried waiting for more than half an hour and subsequently gave up, for I did not want to feel silly being denied to board the bus because the bus was full. Sometimes, while waiting, I feel as if I was part of the Snoppy gang, forever waiting for the school bus that never came......
Thankfully, I managed to reach my destination in one piece. That was truly the grace of God, for on the 2-lane road while my taxi driver was driving at about 60 km/hr, another car dashed out to the road into the very same lane! It was probably an angel of God, not my taxi driver, who swayed the car sideways to the other lane. :s My taxi driver appeared pretty upset by the road unworthiness of the offending driver, for he wound down his window and looked towards that driver.
Guess what? The other driver also wound down his car window... he waved and smiled, somewhat apologetically, I guessed. That saved the day. No road rage... for my taxi driver smiled and waved in acknowledgement.
Whew!
I've been taking taxis more often than buses, as the bus system here has still quite a way towards establishment! During peak hours, I was denied the right to board the bus as the ladies section was full (only the seats, not standing space!). I waited for the next bus, but again it was again! I recalled feeling frustrated almost to the point of tears when I kept waving for taxis and they simply were occupied or chose to go other preferred locations or got 'stolen' by others who 'jump the queue' by waiting further in front but started waiting for a taxi around the same area later than me.
Another thing I discovered about the bus system here, is that not all bus stops have a bus sign there! How on earth would a person know that a bus would stop there, not to mention the bus numbers?! The buses do not arrive on schedule, so whatever is stated on the bus stop signage does not count. I have tried waiting for more than half an hour and subsequently gave up, for I did not want to feel silly being denied to board the bus because the bus was full. Sometimes, while waiting, I feel as if I was part of the Snoppy gang, forever waiting for the school bus that never came......
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Hair Cut for Health Card ?
Recently, I was at a hospital for a medical checkup. That was part of the requirement for me to apply for residency visa. When i went to the counter to collect my medical report, the counter staff pointed a certain direction and minced some words, which include "hair cut". I was baffled and asked hubby why they would need me to cut my hair??! Silly me actually even expressed fearful hope that they would not cut my hair too short... I must be crazy.......
Upon going to the next counter, I realised what the staff had said was actually "health card". Aiyooo.... gave me a scare! Pronunciation problem!
Since I am on the topic of hair cut, I might as well share my hair cut experience. Having been here for 3 months, I have to go for at least a hair trim. My hair is dry in nature and tends to split if left uncut for too long. The worst split was 5 ends. Horrible.
As recommended by hubby and my sister-in-law who have been living here longer, I went to Satwa (the Fillippino area in Dubai) for a hair cut. I checked out a few saloons before settling down in one. Here, the saloons are strictly separated for males and females. The local females here are not supposed to let their hair be visible, thus even the windows and doors are covered and the interior not visible from the outside.
I entered the saloon. Many ladies were having their hand done (heena as they called it). It was somewhat a strange sight beholding so many women of a different culture in one room, most of them seated in a relaxed posture. I went to the upper floor where a Fillippina cut my hair. Job well done. Fast job. Good price.
Upon going to the next counter, I realised what the staff had said was actually "health card". Aiyooo.... gave me a scare! Pronunciation problem!
Since I am on the topic of hair cut, I might as well share my hair cut experience. Having been here for 3 months, I have to go for at least a hair trim. My hair is dry in nature and tends to split if left uncut for too long. The worst split was 5 ends. Horrible.
As recommended by hubby and my sister-in-law who have been living here longer, I went to Satwa (the Fillippino area in Dubai) for a hair cut. I checked out a few saloons before settling down in one. Here, the saloons are strictly separated for males and females. The local females here are not supposed to let their hair be visible, thus even the windows and doors are covered and the interior not visible from the outside.
I entered the saloon. Many ladies were having their hand done (heena as they called it). It was somewhat a strange sight beholding so many women of a different culture in one room, most of them seated in a relaxed posture. I went to the upper floor where a Fillippina cut my hair. Job well done. Fast job. Good price.
Can't sleep :(
Tonight (more accurately speaking, this morning), i can't doze into dreamland like before. It's actually the 2nd night. Last night, i went to bed (after the first 'failed attempt') at 3 am. Hubby was slightly awakened and asked what time it was. I didn't want to specify, for i know he would nag at me. He persisted however. Told him. Strangely, he became more alert and chided me in a lighthearted manner for waking him up. He was not as dreamy as i thought. Hours earlier, he aired his usual complaint of me not going to sleep the same time as he does. I told him that i was too alert for sleep. And I talked to him, whilst watching TV and reading newspapers. He said i was trying to stop him from sleeping and actually wanted him to accompany me in staying awake! I protested in jest that if i could fly all the way from Singapore to Dubai to accompany him full time, he should not even harbour any complaints of me requesting a few minutes of companionship!
Of course, yours truly was not seriously asking him to stay awake with me. To stop his persistent whining, i had to stop. Let him off. And he was fast asleep. Though he had entered dreamland (by the sound of his snoring), i decided to turn off the TV and aborted the movie i had wanted to watch. Thought i would just so some brief reading and then turn in. Reading at night actually led me to sleep easily.
That didn't work as well as thought out. I got up from bed and checked my Facebook and surf. Went back to bed at 3 am.
I thought i would have a better night tonight since i have exerted more energy today. Hubby urged me to sleep early. I joked with him that we have an "appointment" at 3 am. Well, perhaps words really have power... I really couldn't get into sleep! Even though my body feels tired and the need to rest, i just couldn't enter into sleep! How do i 'de-active' my mind and shut it down? Am not worrying or particularly troubled but my mind was perhaps just too active...... or am i just trying too hard to sleep?
Was not as cruel to wake hubby up at 3 am, though i sensed that he perhaps knew that i was not sleeping well, in the midst of his turning and pauses of snoring... Actually, it would help a lot if his snoring is muted or not as loud... He likes to say that i disturb his sleep by sleeping late... he is the one who disturb me from sleeping all night long!!! I had shown him a video clip of his snoring. He actually smiled quietly, then later told me off and repeatedly asked me to delete the clip.
You ever had the feeling that after countless tossing and turning, your head felt heavy or uncomfortable? After almost 2 hours of agony, I decided to pick up a book to read. Have been wanting to go through that book for days but never got down to it... It was my 11-year old bible, where i had highlighted many meaningful verses through the years. I went through all the highlighted verses, including some notes written by myself and given by others. It was a good time of reading and thinking.
After lying down for 3 hours, I know I will not go into sleep easily. Body did not feel as tired now. The rooster did its scheduled duty: crowed at 3 am. Actually, it was 15 minutes earlier i.e. 2.45 am. My housemate ever said that our neighbour's rooster always crow at 3 am, and again at 5 am or so. So, end up my appointment was with the jet-legged rooster......
Of course, yours truly was not seriously asking him to stay awake with me. To stop his persistent whining, i had to stop. Let him off. And he was fast asleep. Though he had entered dreamland (by the sound of his snoring), i decided to turn off the TV and aborted the movie i had wanted to watch. Thought i would just so some brief reading and then turn in. Reading at night actually led me to sleep easily.
That didn't work as well as thought out. I got up from bed and checked my Facebook and surf. Went back to bed at 3 am.
I thought i would have a better night tonight since i have exerted more energy today. Hubby urged me to sleep early. I joked with him that we have an "appointment" at 3 am. Well, perhaps words really have power... I really couldn't get into sleep! Even though my body feels tired and the need to rest, i just couldn't enter into sleep! How do i 'de-active' my mind and shut it down? Am not worrying or particularly troubled but my mind was perhaps just too active...... or am i just trying too hard to sleep?
Was not as cruel to wake hubby up at 3 am, though i sensed that he perhaps knew that i was not sleeping well, in the midst of his turning and pauses of snoring... Actually, it would help a lot if his snoring is muted or not as loud... He likes to say that i disturb his sleep by sleeping late... he is the one who disturb me from sleeping all night long!!! I had shown him a video clip of his snoring. He actually smiled quietly, then later told me off and repeatedly asked me to delete the clip.
You ever had the feeling that after countless tossing and turning, your head felt heavy or uncomfortable? After almost 2 hours of agony, I decided to pick up a book to read. Have been wanting to go through that book for days but never got down to it... It was my 11-year old bible, where i had highlighted many meaningful verses through the years. I went through all the highlighted verses, including some notes written by myself and given by others. It was a good time of reading and thinking.
After lying down for 3 hours, I know I will not go into sleep easily. Body did not feel as tired now. The rooster did its scheduled duty: crowed at 3 am. Actually, it was 15 minutes earlier i.e. 2.45 am. My housemate ever said that our neighbour's rooster always crow at 3 am, and again at 5 am or so. So, end up my appointment was with the jet-legged rooster......
Monday, August 25, 2008
It Went To The Press!
In my life thus far, there are few occasions where I have been 'honored' in public platforms. Ha... I guess the first memorable one occured when I went on stage to receive a basketball shooting competition medal during my secondary school years. The second one was quite unexpected. I took part in a somewhat small scale 'beauty' contest and actually won first prize (there were only 3 other contestants, fyi.) To this date, hubby remembered the way I looked that day. I remember winning some cosmetics and a pretty Charles & Keith red heels. I shared the shopping voucher prize with mom.
The recent incident, I should say, is the third occasion when I feel truly proud of myself. Haha! I wrote an commentary article and it got published. Actually, hee... it was more of a complaint letter :p I recalled I had previously written a complaint letter to a telco company. My brother came across the soft copy in the PC and after reading it, commented that the writer is such a bitch!! ;(
Well, the recent letter was only my second 'complaint' letter. It was written more out of indignation and a call for corrective action. I was not at the scene when the arguement took place but I felt anger on behalf of my brother-in-law and hubby, as I witnessed them taking the nonsense from the lazy cleaners. Thought I might as well put my literacy skills to good use, since I can afford the time. I emailed my thoughts to the local press on 20 August 2008. It was published on the next day and was the first article among the letters. To know more what I am talking about, read what I have extracted from "7 Days" (Dubai's free newspaper) dated 21 August 2008:
(Title) Lazy staff need some green education
It is clear that the message to go green, recycle and to save our planet has gone out to the world. Major companies and developed countries have joined in to cut down on wastage and to encourage recycling. Dubai, as I read in the local papers, is also involved. However few they may be, I was encouraged to see recycling bins in public areas.
Last Friday, my family and I took pains to tie up old newspapers and transport them to the recycling bins at the bus stop outside Union supermarket (Al Wasl road). As the opening was too small to insert the newspapers into the bin, we left it neatly stacked beside the bins. Never did we expect to be rudely confronted by uniformed contractors (whom we assumed are either the cleaners or staff responsible for cleaning the bus stop or recycling bins). We were told that we cannot leave the newspapers there. We clarified that the newspapers were placed there for the very purpose the recycling bins were there. However, we were told off and repeatedly urged to remove the newspapers. Honestly, it was more convenient for us to dump the newspapers into the big trash bin outside our villa. Why would we spend time and money to buy raffia strings to tie up the papers and carry the newspapers and transport them to the recycle bins, if not for the part in just doing our bit for the environment? And why should some lazy staff who would rather spare themselves the trouble to carry the heavy load of newspapers get in the way of going green? I would like to suggest that recycle bins that have bigger openings be used, and relevant staff be educated on the need to recycle and not take the easy way out.
The title was renamed by the publisher. It was a better title, since it better reinforced the thrust of my letter, though the new title sounds less diplomatic. Ha!
The recent incident, I should say, is the third occasion when I feel truly proud of myself. Haha! I wrote an commentary article and it got published. Actually, hee... it was more of a complaint letter :p I recalled I had previously written a complaint letter to a telco company. My brother came across the soft copy in the PC and after reading it, commented that the writer is such a bitch!! ;(
Well, the recent letter was only my second 'complaint' letter. It was written more out of indignation and a call for corrective action. I was not at the scene when the arguement took place but I felt anger on behalf of my brother-in-law and hubby, as I witnessed them taking the nonsense from the lazy cleaners. Thought I might as well put my literacy skills to good use, since I can afford the time. I emailed my thoughts to the local press on 20 August 2008. It was published on the next day and was the first article among the letters. To know more what I am talking about, read what I have extracted from "7 Days" (Dubai's free newspaper) dated 21 August 2008:
(Title) Lazy staff need some green education
It is clear that the message to go green, recycle and to save our planet has gone out to the world. Major companies and developed countries have joined in to cut down on wastage and to encourage recycling. Dubai, as I read in the local papers, is also involved. However few they may be, I was encouraged to see recycling bins in public areas.
Last Friday, my family and I took pains to tie up old newspapers and transport them to the recycling bins at the bus stop outside Union supermarket (Al Wasl road). As the opening was too small to insert the newspapers into the bin, we left it neatly stacked beside the bins. Never did we expect to be rudely confronted by uniformed contractors (whom we assumed are either the cleaners or staff responsible for cleaning the bus stop or recycling bins). We were told that we cannot leave the newspapers there. We clarified that the newspapers were placed there for the very purpose the recycling bins were there. However, we were told off and repeatedly urged to remove the newspapers. Honestly, it was more convenient for us to dump the newspapers into the big trash bin outside our villa. Why would we spend time and money to buy raffia strings to tie up the papers and carry the newspapers and transport them to the recycle bins, if not for the part in just doing our bit for the environment? And why should some lazy staff who would rather spare themselves the trouble to carry the heavy load of newspapers get in the way of going green? I would like to suggest that recycle bins that have bigger openings be used, and relevant staff be educated on the need to recycle and not take the easy way out.
The title was renamed by the publisher. It was a better title, since it better reinforced the thrust of my letter, though the new title sounds less diplomatic. Ha!
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Being a Woman in Dubai
Prior to coming here, I have heard much about how women are not meant to be seen and are lower in social status or even oppressed in middle eastern countries. Having been here for 2 months plus, I must say that Dubai is somewhat different.
Perhaps it's due to the opening up of Dubai to the world, women here are more 'free'. Women are allowed to drive here (there are even female taxi drivers!). Nevertheless, I do see the local women here dressed in black from head to toe, well, most of them. Have heard that how conservative they are dressed actually depends on their husbands! My housemate once told me that she had seen a local man, after talking to his wife, lifted up her veil. That left her face exposed (not just her eyes). And it seemed alright. No big racket about the more liberal difference in exposure. According to my housemate, it seemed that the husband was asking if the wife was feeling too hot, to which she replied yes... How sweet... Thus far, I have only seen for once, a local man holding the hand of his woman. That was in a shopping mall. Apart from that, it is usually a local man shopping with a few veiled women, usually his wives. Yes, all his wives. Up to 4, I was told...
Some local women here do not have their full faces covered, especially the younger ones. I supposed they are too young to be married, thus such laws do not apply to them? Not sure... I was kind of fascinated that some women, especially older ones, wear some sort of metal frame on their faces, then have the veil covered over it (I knew it cos' sometimes, they left their faces exposed while wearing the metal frame). Some women actually had their entire head covered. It's really quite a challenge to walk but I guess they have got used to it.
It's not uncommon to see local women shopping, even for clothing! I do wonder what the point was, to buy clothing from stores, when they seem to be wearing their traditional black dresses all the time! I was told that they wear the nicer clothing inside...... Well, perhaps it does matter to them... with the limited freedom they have, I guess even being able to wear it gives a good degree of personal satisfaction. Being a woman, I can empathise. Perhaps the local women do not need to cover themselves in black attire when they are indoors at home? That way, they can wear the nicer clothing? Hmm...... I really wonder......
Though I am not a local woman here, I was on the receiving end of privileged treatment today :) Yea, women here are quite 'protected' and priviliged. Buses have assigned seats for ladies. 2 incidents happened today to reinforce the privilege of being a woman here.
On my journey back to the villa, when the bus I have been waiting arrived, it did not stop as it was full. *Sigh* Peak hour traffic! I thought I would be stranded, cos the road I was waiting hardly have any taxis ride by. Even if so, it would be likely occupied due to the peak hours. When the next bus arrived, many swarmed to the door entrance. Here, the ratio of man to woman outdoors is almost like 15 to 1! As I was in a hurry to get back, I too hurried to the door entrance (remember: I have received pretty 'good grounding' as a Singaporean!). Then, I heard the driver shouted something which I could not make out of. Later, I heard a woman saying loudly "Excuse me!" as she wriggled herself through the sea of men towards the door exit. Aaahh!! The driver is going to take women only! Haha! That meant that there are still seats or standing space available for women! Up the bus I go! ;)
The bus was pretty packed. Though there are standard markings for seats assigned for women, it is not a rare sight to see men seated on them. What more it being a packed bus! I was a bit surprised though, that 2 men got up and gestured for me to sit. They were actually sitting on seats reseved for female passengers. Not knowing how to express my thanks verbally, I merely gave them a smile and nod. I got to sit! and have my shoulder rested from my bag! and have my arms rested from carrying my shopping bags! Yeah! =)
As the bus continued its journey, up some female passengers came. The driver actually told the men (who were seated at a view visible to the driver) in quite a rude manner to get up. I saw the men reluctantly got up and the women took the seats. Rightfully.
I recalled a past incident when a bus driver had threatened to report a male passenger to police, as that passenger had hurriedly board the bus, without letting the female passenger alight first. Not sure if there were any physical contact (be it accidental or intentional) but it was sure a big fuss that the driver kicked!
Well, whether it is the culture or religion warrants for it, I guess it's just a gentleman's way to give up his seat for a lady, regardless of whether the lady is well groomed or not as attractive-looking. I acknowledge that upbringing, education and culture all play a part in how a man will response. For me, perhaps I am just blessed that I am at the right place for now... Back in Singapore, whether you are woman or not, when you are at the MRT train entrance/exit doors, you squeeze in like every other tuna fish do! Where got privilege for women to board first? Body contact or not, everyone squeeze in! Everyone just can't afford to lose out to others who could board the train! Even if you are carrying heavy stuff or even pregnant, there is no guarantee that others will give up their seat for you...
Alright, I am not badmouthing my homeland. Am just not very proud of the kia-su and I-Me-Myself attitude of my own people. Guess at the end of the day, there are good things to learn from other cultures.
Perhaps it's due to the opening up of Dubai to the world, women here are more 'free'. Women are allowed to drive here (there are even female taxi drivers!). Nevertheless, I do see the local women here dressed in black from head to toe, well, most of them. Have heard that how conservative they are dressed actually depends on their husbands! My housemate once told me that she had seen a local man, after talking to his wife, lifted up her veil. That left her face exposed (not just her eyes). And it seemed alright. No big racket about the more liberal difference in exposure. According to my housemate, it seemed that the husband was asking if the wife was feeling too hot, to which she replied yes... How sweet... Thus far, I have only seen for once, a local man holding the hand of his woman. That was in a shopping mall. Apart from that, it is usually a local man shopping with a few veiled women, usually his wives. Yes, all his wives. Up to 4, I was told...
Some local women here do not have their full faces covered, especially the younger ones. I supposed they are too young to be married, thus such laws do not apply to them? Not sure... I was kind of fascinated that some women, especially older ones, wear some sort of metal frame on their faces, then have the veil covered over it (I knew it cos' sometimes, they left their faces exposed while wearing the metal frame). Some women actually had their entire head covered. It's really quite a challenge to walk but I guess they have got used to it.
It's not uncommon to see local women shopping, even for clothing! I do wonder what the point was, to buy clothing from stores, when they seem to be wearing their traditional black dresses all the time! I was told that they wear the nicer clothing inside...... Well, perhaps it does matter to them... with the limited freedom they have, I guess even being able to wear it gives a good degree of personal satisfaction. Being a woman, I can empathise. Perhaps the local women do not need to cover themselves in black attire when they are indoors at home? That way, they can wear the nicer clothing? Hmm...... I really wonder......
Though I am not a local woman here, I was on the receiving end of privileged treatment today :) Yea, women here are quite 'protected' and priviliged. Buses have assigned seats for ladies. 2 incidents happened today to reinforce the privilege of being a woman here.
On my journey back to the villa, when the bus I have been waiting arrived, it did not stop as it was full. *Sigh* Peak hour traffic! I thought I would be stranded, cos the road I was waiting hardly have any taxis ride by. Even if so, it would be likely occupied due to the peak hours. When the next bus arrived, many swarmed to the door entrance. Here, the ratio of man to woman outdoors is almost like 15 to 1! As I was in a hurry to get back, I too hurried to the door entrance (remember: I have received pretty 'good grounding' as a Singaporean!). Then, I heard the driver shouted something which I could not make out of. Later, I heard a woman saying loudly "Excuse me!" as she wriggled herself through the sea of men towards the door exit. Aaahh!! The driver is going to take women only! Haha! That meant that there are still seats or standing space available for women! Up the bus I go! ;)
The bus was pretty packed. Though there are standard markings for seats assigned for women, it is not a rare sight to see men seated on them. What more it being a packed bus! I was a bit surprised though, that 2 men got up and gestured for me to sit. They were actually sitting on seats reseved for female passengers. Not knowing how to express my thanks verbally, I merely gave them a smile and nod. I got to sit! and have my shoulder rested from my bag! and have my arms rested from carrying my shopping bags! Yeah! =)
As the bus continued its journey, up some female passengers came. The driver actually told the men (who were seated at a view visible to the driver) in quite a rude manner to get up. I saw the men reluctantly got up and the women took the seats. Rightfully.
I recalled a past incident when a bus driver had threatened to report a male passenger to police, as that passenger had hurriedly board the bus, without letting the female passenger alight first. Not sure if there were any physical contact (be it accidental or intentional) but it was sure a big fuss that the driver kicked!
Well, whether it is the culture or religion warrants for it, I guess it's just a gentleman's way to give up his seat for a lady, regardless of whether the lady is well groomed or not as attractive-looking. I acknowledge that upbringing, education and culture all play a part in how a man will response. For me, perhaps I am just blessed that I am at the right place for now... Back in Singapore, whether you are woman or not, when you are at the MRT train entrance/exit doors, you squeeze in like every other tuna fish do! Where got privilege for women to board first? Body contact or not, everyone squeeze in! Everyone just can't afford to lose out to others who could board the train! Even if you are carrying heavy stuff or even pregnant, there is no guarantee that others will give up their seat for you...
Alright, I am not badmouthing my homeland. Am just not very proud of the kia-su and I-Me-Myself attitude of my own people. Guess at the end of the day, there are good things to learn from other cultures.
Friday, August 01, 2008
Traffic
It's 3 am here. The rooster is having one of its jet-lag fits again... crooning away... as hubby continued to snore in his dreamland. The next day is a non-working day. No worries about sleeping late.
Some days ago, I got to experience first hand for myself the infamous traffic jam situation here. Prior to coming here, I heard about Dubai traffic jam reputation. Thought it would not be worse than Singapore but my recent experience proved me so very wrong! For a distance that could have taken 15 minutes at most, it took 1 hour! It was a normal work day evening when people finished work to return home. I felt nauseous as the taxi I was in, inched forward bit by bit, as I saw light from outside turned to darkness in that endless journey. Being stuck in that jam for 1 hour had led me to decide that hubby and I will get only auto cars in future... Spare our feet the suffering to control the 3 panels below!
Thankfully, the taxi driver was a patient guy. Yes, he had bits of frustration with the traffic but he was definitely a lot more patient than most male drivers whom I know would be cursing and swearing by then! The driver's gentle temperament certainly lessened the frustration in me. I also appreciated that the driver switched from Arabic music to English pop music in the early part of the journey. Thank God that this driver was also willing to heed my suggestions to try other routes. I've seen drivers who ignored passengers' instructions to go by a certain way. One driver even told the passenger to exchange seats with him to drive, since he wanted to go a particular route! That passenger (whom I know) subsequently handled the driver in a tougher way (no fists fights, just to clarify). I thought that was justified.
Road accidents had been occuring more frequently here. I was shocked to read about the statistics: 150 road accident deaths in the past 6 months!!! That's pretty crazy! Hopefully when the train system is set up in a couple of years, such deaths could be avoided. Meantime, the speed limit of 120km/hr (or more) had been reduced to about 100km/hr... on the 7-lane long stretch of Sheik Zayed Road, infamous for traffic jams and road accidents.
Some days ago, I got to experience first hand for myself the infamous traffic jam situation here. Prior to coming here, I heard about Dubai traffic jam reputation. Thought it would not be worse than Singapore but my recent experience proved me so very wrong! For a distance that could have taken 15 minutes at most, it took 1 hour! It was a normal work day evening when people finished work to return home. I felt nauseous as the taxi I was in, inched forward bit by bit, as I saw light from outside turned to darkness in that endless journey. Being stuck in that jam for 1 hour had led me to decide that hubby and I will get only auto cars in future... Spare our feet the suffering to control the 3 panels below!
Thankfully, the taxi driver was a patient guy. Yes, he had bits of frustration with the traffic but he was definitely a lot more patient than most male drivers whom I know would be cursing and swearing by then! The driver's gentle temperament certainly lessened the frustration in me. I also appreciated that the driver switched from Arabic music to English pop music in the early part of the journey. Thank God that this driver was also willing to heed my suggestions to try other routes. I've seen drivers who ignored passengers' instructions to go by a certain way. One driver even told the passenger to exchange seats with him to drive, since he wanted to go a particular route! That passenger (whom I know) subsequently handled the driver in a tougher way (no fists fights, just to clarify). I thought that was justified.
Road accidents had been occuring more frequently here. I was shocked to read about the statistics: 150 road accident deaths in the past 6 months!!! That's pretty crazy! Hopefully when the train system is set up in a couple of years, such deaths could be avoided. Meantime, the speed limit of 120km/hr (or more) had been reduced to about 100km/hr... on the 7-lane long stretch of Sheik Zayed Road, infamous for traffic jams and road accidents.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Finally obtained my Residence Visa!
At long last! After 4 visits to the local immigration centre and a medical check up, I finally got my residence visa!
It's hard to forget the frustrations of going from one department to another department, receiving half-told or inaccurate instructions, being told to pay repeatedly and wondering if things are proper, being told to return on another day as some documents are lacking, etc. I would definitely remember a customer service staff who looked at her mirror more than she made eye contact with me while serving me!
Still, there are some staff who are more professional and helpful. Now, I'm just happy that I have finally got my visa! It's valid for 3 years. Think the repeated payment totalled to about S$1000. Not sure will fully maximise it though.
With the visa, one of the things that I would start doing is to register for driving lessons ;) Driving lessons here are slightly cheaper than in Singapore. Had 2 failed attempts back home. Was close to getting a license but chose not to retake cos needed to set aside money for my wedding then. Plus, I have a 'driver' who faithfully send me and fetch me around. After knowing my boyfriend (now hubby), I realised I have saved a lot on public transport!
Well, hope this time round, I could make it! And hope the instructor would treat woman students with respect! Don't anyhow scold, hor! Would need to be on wait list for 3 months but it beats not being able to "start my engine"!
It's hard to forget the frustrations of going from one department to another department, receiving half-told or inaccurate instructions, being told to pay repeatedly and wondering if things are proper, being told to return on another day as some documents are lacking, etc. I would definitely remember a customer service staff who looked at her mirror more than she made eye contact with me while serving me!
Still, there are some staff who are more professional and helpful. Now, I'm just happy that I have finally got my visa! It's valid for 3 years. Think the repeated payment totalled to about S$1000. Not sure will fully maximise it though.
With the visa, one of the things that I would start doing is to register for driving lessons ;) Driving lessons here are slightly cheaper than in Singapore. Had 2 failed attempts back home. Was close to getting a license but chose not to retake cos needed to set aside money for my wedding then. Plus, I have a 'driver' who faithfully send me and fetch me around. After knowing my boyfriend (now hubby), I realised I have saved a lot on public transport!
Well, hope this time round, I could make it! And hope the instructor would treat woman students with respect! Don't anyhow scold, hor! Would need to be on wait list for 3 months but it beats not being able to "start my engine"!
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Stuff
Wasn't sure what to name the title of this entry cos it's a mixture of stuff i wish to write about... so, there you go.
One interesting thing to comment about is the speed of blog publishing here at Dubai. I'm not talking about a few minutes but days! My last entry took a week! (Thank God that i have not been so silly to re-submit my entry!)
Another funny (actually more irrirating) stuff is that my neighbour had a hen... or do u call that a rooster? whatever... it's those chicken-like animals that wake you up in the wee hours of dawn. Here, the rooster works really hard... It not only 'serenade' you in the expected hours but also in the morning and afternoon, as well at 12.30 am! And even at the midnight hours, it 'serenaded' for as many as 10 times in a row! Goodness!? Had that rooster got jet-lag or what?!
A housemate will be packing up and returning to her country tomorrow. No idea if she will return. Sad :( 1 less companion. Left me and another housemate. Will miss her jokes and cooking. She has always been the "main cook" for the lunch among 3 of us. After her departure, my housemate and i got more reasons to beef up our cooking skills. In a way, i have more opportunities to cook and learn cooking since coming here. It's a good thing. Never thought that i could cook curry chicken (for someone who doesn't take spicy stuff)! Ha! Even my mom find it incredible!
My laptop died in its sleep some days ago. It just could not be switched on no matter what kind of rescue techniques or CPR I tried on it. Here, there is hardly any repair services for IT stuff (heard that they would buy it, repair it and sell it to poorer states). Thank God that hubby promptly got a new laptop :]
A major thanksgiving: My flat has been officially rented out and at a price that surpassed expectations! God has truly exceeded what we have asked of and imagined. The flat matter being settled is certainly a huge relief. My thanks to my brother, who has been a great help in this matter.
In response to John's comment (and maybe some who had not expressed his comments but had similar thoughts), I apologize for not posting photographs or having any tag board. Truth is, I am rather hopeless when it comes to such stuff... The last time I tried to post a photograph, it ended up as a mess (and a mess that i have no idea how to clean up). Those who know me, you sure have assess to my Facebook, right? There, you can view photographs of me in Dubai ;) And those who don't mind giving me private tuition on how to set up and manage a tag board, do drop me an email, yea?
One interesting thing to comment about is the speed of blog publishing here at Dubai. I'm not talking about a few minutes but days! My last entry took a week! (Thank God that i have not been so silly to re-submit my entry!)
Another funny (actually more irrirating) stuff is that my neighbour had a hen... or do u call that a rooster? whatever... it's those chicken-like animals that wake you up in the wee hours of dawn. Here, the rooster works really hard... It not only 'serenade' you in the expected hours but also in the morning and afternoon, as well at 12.30 am! And even at the midnight hours, it 'serenaded' for as many as 10 times in a row! Goodness!? Had that rooster got jet-lag or what?!
A housemate will be packing up and returning to her country tomorrow. No idea if she will return. Sad :( 1 less companion. Left me and another housemate. Will miss her jokes and cooking. She has always been the "main cook" for the lunch among 3 of us. After her departure, my housemate and i got more reasons to beef up our cooking skills. In a way, i have more opportunities to cook and learn cooking since coming here. It's a good thing. Never thought that i could cook curry chicken (for someone who doesn't take spicy stuff)! Ha! Even my mom find it incredible!
My laptop died in its sleep some days ago. It just could not be switched on no matter what kind of rescue techniques or CPR I tried on it. Here, there is hardly any repair services for IT stuff (heard that they would buy it, repair it and sell it to poorer states). Thank God that hubby promptly got a new laptop :]
A major thanksgiving: My flat has been officially rented out and at a price that surpassed expectations! God has truly exceeded what we have asked of and imagined. The flat matter being settled is certainly a huge relief. My thanks to my brother, who has been a great help in this matter.
In response to John's comment (and maybe some who had not expressed his comments but had similar thoughts), I apologize for not posting photographs or having any tag board. Truth is, I am rather hopeless when it comes to such stuff... The last time I tried to post a photograph, it ended up as a mess (and a mess that i have no idea how to clean up). Those who know me, you sure have assess to my Facebook, right? There, you can view photographs of me in Dubai ;) And those who don't mind giving me private tuition on how to set up and manage a tag board, do drop me an email, yea?
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