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Mother’s Day – Girls’ Ways

May 10, 2010 at 3:51 pm

My girls are too small to know when Mother’s Day is, but they talked about it, because the school has prep-ed them by teaching them to sing different songs related to love for mothers.

On Saturday I asked the girls, “So, tomorrow is Mother’s Day, what are you girls going to do for me?”

Instead of getting me toys per their earlier agreement, Zara said, “I’ll let you go pak toh (Cantonese : Go out dating) with Daddy.” (if you know how difficult for me to apply for visa to go out, you’ll understand this is indeed a very precious gift) and if this is not enough, she added,
“And then you can go do your hair, you can spend a long long time to get your hair done.” (I’d just told her I haven’t had time to get my hair done, because I spent all my time with them).

For Zara, granting me Me-time is her most ‘valuable’ gift.

For Zaria, she said, “For mother’s day, I’ll order cheese and bread (from Auntie Jelly) for you in the morning.”

Such innocence.

But then, something happened in the afternoon, which made me seethed with anger for the rest of the day, so I didn’t have any mood for a celebration.

Daddy wanted to have dinner with his mum, so a simple dinner with my in-laws at a near by restaurant is how we did it.

If you are my FB friends, you would have heard the songs the girls sang for me.. Their serenading voices, is the best gift to me.

Hope you have a nice one.

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May 5, 2010 at 11:45 am

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My 92yrs old Ah Kong (Hokkien : maternal grandfather), always said this when we visited him, “What to do, the one above didn’t want to call on me yet.” He was called by the one above on Sunday morning.

Ah Kong

I only visited Ah Kong once a year during Chinese New Year for the last couple of years. Too busy with work, too preoccupied with our own family, too far away, are these good enough reasons?

My earliest and fondest memory of Ah Kong was me holding on to him on the bicycle when he sent me to school.

My father, who’s not done much of his son-in-law’s duty after my mother’s passing, worked extra hard to prepare the program, readings and hyms for Ah Kong’s funeral service.

Make up kit for the departed

The BEC (Basic Ecclesiastical Community) where Ah Kong belonged to did such a good job with prayers organising, and providing support to the family. I’m so touched by these people. They may not know him personally, but they were willing to devote their time.

Yesterday, while attending Ah Kong’s funeral service, I realised, the last service I attended in a church, was my own wedding 12yrs ago.

Ah Kong's Funeral

The relatives and frieds who came for the wake and the funeral service, some of them I last met in my mum’s or my Ah Mah’s (Hokkien : maternal grandmother’s) wake and funeral service, more than 12yrs ago. Near and far, they came to pay their last respect. A wake, a funeral draws a better crowd than a wedding, a baby’s full moon. Isn’t it ironic?

The person who shed the most tears after Ah Kong’s passing was, Mala, the Indonesian maid, who not only took care of Ah Kong, but also his best and closest companion for the last 4 years. She was the last person he called for in the hospital.

The Eulogy in the funeral was given by Mala. Her speech was well composed, spoke so wisely, and full of confidence. It made me wonder if she was given the same opportunity like we did, would she have been some one important in Indonesia.

Mala

The girls, with Tai Kong’s passing, wanted to know more about him, and what he was like when he was younger.

The girls, with attending Tai Kong’s wake and funeral, seeing Tai Kong in the casket, have better understanding of death now. Only death in fairy tales can be resurrected with a kiss from a handsome prince.

Rest In Peace Ah Kong.

Hotel Alternatives or Hostel Alternatives? Hotel Alternatives Scam

April 27, 2010 at 7:08 pm

After deciding to send my dad to Singapore for his liver surgery , we started looking for Service Apartment in Singapore.

We stumbled upon Hotel Alternatives website, and was attracted by its rates, its nice photos, its stated location (near to Orchard Road), and the ‘Service Apartment’ amenities they promoted, i.e. with kitchen and cooking facilities. We should have read the Tripadvisor reviews, and stopped ourselves, but then it was a very rush trip.

We made the bookings for these dates :

a) Mar 11th – 1 room, for my eldest sister and I; total paid S$140
b) Mar 18th – Mar 26th – 2 rooms, for my dad, my youngest sister and I; total paid $1800
c) Mar 19th – Mar 21st – 1 big room, for my brother and his family; total paid $410

All prepaid before our stay, via bank transfer or cash on delivery.

On March 11th, we drove down to Singapore after work. By the time we’d checked on dad (at the hospital) and reached the ‘hotel’, it was already 10:30pm. The ‘hotel’ is located at Lucky Towers on Grange Road. There’s no reception, and we were supposed to call the ‘ground manager’ to check in.

Ground manager assigned to us could not be reached. We had to call the ‘reservation manager’, who then assigned us another Ground manager. We then had to call the newly assigned ground manager (why can’t the reservation manager call the ground manager and instruct him to come??) and informed him we’re waiting to be checked in. All these ‘coordinations’, we had to do from the condo lobby, using our own mobile phones.

A big size man in shorts and flip flops arrived 10 minutes later, he’s Gerald the ground manager. He told us to follow him (actually, quite scary right? Luckily there were 2 of us).

We went up to 20th floor, and entered a condo unit. He took us to one of the rooms, and before he finished his sentence, “Your room is …” He closed back the door and told us, “Oh, not this one, lets go to another unit.” o.O”

We took the lift down, went to the other block, took the lift up again to the 20th floor. This time he showed us into the correct room.

By the time we put down our bags, it was more than 30mins since we arrived at Lucky Towers.

Room was spacious by Singapore standard, with 2 nice and comfy queen beds with thick linen. FULLSTOP. The rest of the furniture – very dated, and mismatch. The toilet has chipped tiles, old fittings, although it looked clean. The toiletries were probably stolen/taken by the owner from their stay in Sofitel , and looked like they have been repeatedly refilled.

We left our room to check out the other amenities.

This is actually a condo unit converted to about 6 rooms, all sharing a kitchen, and there’s also a common toilet outside. We didn’t see the living room. 3 of the other room doors were placed on walls which wasn’t solid (hollow when tap on, plywood maybe), so we assume whatever available space has been converted to rooms (this proof to be true in our later stay). The kitchen, which was one of the reason we booked this place post-ops, was a sorry state. Mismatched utensils, a couple of unwashed rice cookers, 2 pathetic hot plates, a fridge with half eaten food, and they called this fully equipped kitchen! There were also dirty dishes piled in the sink. No drinking water was provided.

There’s a foreigner outside of his room next to ours, ironing his clothes in the narrow corridor. There’s cigarette smell and loud Chinese (with Beijing accent) coming from another room facing ours.

This is a hotel or hostel? Don’t be fooled by the photos they posted on their website. The place is definitely not a boutique hotel nor a service apartment. It’s more like a hostel with comfy beds.

In the morning, we left by hanging our key behind the door. That’s no check out to be done.

On March 18th, after my dad was discharged from the hospital, we moved all our things to Lucky Towers for our week’s stay.

Upon arrival, we have to call the Ground Manager, Gerald, again, and this time he asked us to go straight to the condo unit, and the maid will show us in.

We booked and paid for the 2 Bedroom Luxury Apartment. We thought that’s what we’ll be getting. But, what we got was a condo unit’s living and dining room combined. 1 Bedroom was partitioned from the dining area, and another smaller bedroom a small corner of the living room. There’s a small living room in between these rooms with a two seater and a dining table. A toilet is shared between these rooms. All walls which are not the original condo structure are thin, and of course not sound proofed. The kitchenette, was just a table top with an electric cooker (those we normally use for steamboat). No sink whatsoever, so we ended up having to cook our meals in the shared kitchen. What con job is this? Luxury my butt!

The maid, an Indonesian probably hired as a domestic helper, was still cleaning the apartment, even though we arrived at 2pm, the official check in time.

Half way through, she was called by Gerald to clean up another unit as there was another family who just ‘checked in’. We voiced out our dissatisfaction. To please both sides (as she was being called repeatedly by Gerald to finish the job in the other apartment too), she was switching locations every 15mins. More than an hour later, she finally finished cleaning our place.

The girls arrived with Daddy in the evening. Daddy wasn’t happy with the place at all. He was to sleep in the smaller room alone, and his bed, sandwiched between thin walls, was located next to the noisy aircon compressors. Girls slept with me on a King bed in the same room as my sister and dad who shared another king bed. Jelly slept at a single bed which was located outside of our room.

Nobody slept well when we were there. Daddy claimed his room was too noisy. Our room did not have any aircon, and we had to leave the door opened to catch some of the cool air from the centralized aircon in the living room.

The following day when we woke up to use the common kitchen to make breakfast, we saw a Caucasian man sound asleep on a sofa at the corridor right outside the kitchen, he was fully clothed and has his shoes on. He didn’t stir at all the whole time, and was still sleeping even when we left late morning to go out . I wonder if this is the cheapest bed offered by Hotel Alternatives, of if this guy sneaked in for a free night sleep? And if he could sneak in, what kind of security does this place offer?

The girls’ favourite pastime in the apartment besides watching whatever TV program that was on, was to check on the walls, “This one bluff one.” When they knocked on a plywood wall. “This one real one” when they knocked on a solid wall.

The place is only cleaned every 3 days. It was done by the same Indonesian maid we met on the first day.

If all these are not bad enough, just wait till you hear the last part.

Originally, our plan was to stay till Mar 26th, a week post ops as advised by the hospital. However, dad was recovering so well, that he got the doctor’s permission to leave Sun, Mar 21st when he did his check up on Sat, Mar 20th. We quickly called the hotel office and also informed the ground manager we’d checked out on Mar 22nd; as we paid full in cash, we requested for a refund for 3 nights amounting to S$810. They told us refund is not their policy, but we could try calling the billing department on Mon, Mar 22nd.

My dad left with my brother and his family on Sun, March 21st. Leaving our family behind, as we have made plans to stay till Mon, March 22nd.

On Mon, 22nd, we called all the phone numbers available for Hotel Alternatives, the only person who answered our call said he’s not authorized to do a refund; the rest of the numbers we called, no one bothered answering the calls. We wrote in as well, but no one replied our mails.

We pursued the matter even after we arrived back in KL.

It’s already end of April, in total we’d sent 9 emails, and got only 2 replies. 1 to state that our mail has been forwarded to the billing department, and another to tell us there’s no refund policy. We even wrote to their Regional Manager, Isa Bella Lin, and requested for vouchers for future stay, she just ignored our emails.

The hotel claimed they are a LVMH Couture Company (the company that is responsible for Louis Vuitton and all luxurious goods). I don’t believe this. Firstly, why would they want to associate themselves with a hotel where rooms are partitioned out of condo units? Secondly, I don’t believe a company like LVMH would handle our appeal so unprofessionally.

We also found this, and this, when we goggled further into Hotel Alternatives, LVMH, Isa Bella Lin.

These 2 sites are associated with Isa Bella Lin who’s the regional manager for hotel alternatives.

So beware, if you ever consider booking a room Hotel Alternatives. The rooms are not luxurious! It’s not a Boutique Hotel! The location is not convenient! (unless you called a 15mins uphill downhill walk to get to Orchard Road convenient). The place is run by a group of very unprofessional people who ignores you when they see trouble!

Head on to YMCA, YWCA for better quality and cleaner rooms, more professional and efficient service, which is located not far from Orchard.

My only regret is, I didn’t take any photos of the place at all to show you what the rooms, kitchen, actually look like.

My Fifteen Five Year Old And My Thirteen Three Year Old

April 23, 2010 at 11:31 am

Zara was being picky during dinner, she didn’t want to eat the fish, didn’t want to eat the vege, only wanted to eat rice with soup.

Daddy said, “Wait till I send you to the desert.”
Zara put down her chopstick, glared at Daddy, and said very slowly “If you want to send me to the desert, you better send me tonite. I’ll pack my bags and go.”
o.O” <-- Daddy and I went I chipped in, “Your daddy is just kidding.”
Zara continued to glare at Daddy and said, “You don’t really mean it right??”
“If you say one more time, then I’m OFF.”

o.O” <-- Daddy and I went Daddy asked, “Off where?”
Zara clarified slowly, “Leave. The. House.”

Five year old already like that. Fifteen year old that time how huh?

The little one, didn’t like what Daddy said too, so she frowned and told Daddy, “Dad you are speaking nonsense.” and refused to speak to him afterwards.

o.O”

Sharing..

April 21, 2010 at 9:26 am

Monday

When I picked the girls up from school, they smelled of oil. So I asked them what they have been eating or playing with.
Zara : Mummy, we ate Mc Donalds nugget in school
Me : Someone’s birthday today?
Zaria : Yah. Fin’s (Fin is from Zaria’s class) birthday. See I got so many things in the party pack.
Zaria started digging into her bag to get out all her goodies from the party pack.
Me : Zara, did you get a pack as well?
Zara : No, only the 4 year old class have. 6 year old don’t get anything.
Me : How come you got to eat the nuggets then.
Zara : Zaria shared with me. She also shared with WY and JY (who are both from Zara’s class). I only ate little bit, WY and JY ate so many you know.
Me : Mei mei, you are such a good girl, you shared with jiejie and her friends.
Zaria : Yah. I let jiejie and her friends eat my nuggets and chips.
(Thinking of testing out her reaction) Me *pretending to be sad* : But mei, you never keep any for mummy. I’m so sad. You never share with me. And I’m so hungry you know.
Zaria : You are working wut, how to share with you? (Clever reply)
Me *still pretending to be sad* : But you can keep for me right? When I pick you up, you can give it to me.
Zaria : …. quiet

Tuesday

I picked up the girls from school, and when I was buckling Zaria up, she tried to reach for her bag.
Zaria : Mummy, wait. I got something for you.
30 seconds digging later, she found what she was looking for. She opened up the box, and gave it to me.
Zaria : Mummy, I share this with you. I only take (took) 2 bites, and then I keep (kept) for you.
This is what she kept for me.
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Zaria's half eaten jacob

She normally empties her lunch box after school, eating or sharing whatever she has with her friends, while waiting for me to pick her up. It must have taken her a little effort and restrain to keep some cream cracker for me.

She put a big smile on my face all the way home. (I didn’t eat the cracker, b’cos I wanted to get home to take a photo of it.)

>Hair Loss Treatment<

April 21, 2010 at 8:46 am

Every day when I wash my hair, I get a bit upset seeing my hair which has fallen off with every rinse. I’m tempted to invest in those hair tonics available in the market, but then when I read the ingredients of this product, I can’t bring myself to get it.
I’m very much into natural product, so if there’s any herbal hair loss treatment that you are aware of, can you drop me a comment and let me know?

Typical Car Rides

April 19, 2010 at 4:29 pm

Most weekends, we bring the girls out for meals, or to visit their cousins. Kai-kai (Chinese : Outing) is a must or they’ll complain.

A typical ‘kai-kai’ trip will take us around 15-20mins to arrive at destination, and the girls sitting at the back in their respective car seat will either entertain us or annoy us.

Here is a typical peaceful and entertaining car ride, which makes Daddy and I very happy, and glad to have 2 girls who can get along.

Girls singing nursery rhymes or some sound track from their DVDs.
Girls talking to each other about certain things, and laughing at each other’s silly jokes.
E.g
Zara : What do you call a witch at the beach?… Sandwitch!!
Both girls : Ah Hahahaha
(Repeating dialogue from Backyardigans)

Girls taking turns to be baby, and the one who’s not baby teaching the baby how to speak. Normally, Zaria will be the baby, and repeating what Zara asked her to say.
E.g.
Zara : Baby, says carot
Zaria : *purposely mispronuncing*Keh-yot
Zara : Baby, says mummy
Zaria : Mah-mah.

When they do the above, it allows Daddy and I to have a conversation without being interupted, and sometimes we join in their merry making too.

Most of the times, however, the journey is a tiring one with 2 of them bickering away, a typical one will be something like this.
Zaria : Mummy jiejie teasing me.
Zara : I didn’t do anything, you baby.
Zaria : Mummy jiejie call(ed) me a baby.
Me : Zara..
Zara : I didn’t do anything wut. BUEK.
Zaria : Mummy jiejie stick out her tongue at me.
Me : Zara..
Zara : You are such a baby!
Zaria : Mummy jiejie call(ed) me a baby.
Me : *pretends not to hear*
Zaria : “Stop annoying me jie. Mummy! Look at jiejie
Me : *pretends not to hear*
Zaria : *louder* MumMY! MuMMY! MUMMY! Look at jiejie!!! JIE JIE STOPS ANNOYING ME. You are so irritating. *and starts kicking the back seat*
Me : What is it now?
Zaria : Mummy jiejie is irritating me.
Me : What did jiejie do?
Zara : I didn’t do anything, she’s just a baby.
Zaria : See, jiejie is irritating me. You are so annoying, jie.
Zara : You are the one who’s annoying.
Zaria : You!
Zara : It’s you!
Zaria : It’s YOU!
Zara : NO! It’s YOU!
Zaria : NO IT’S YOU! Mummy, jiejie said I’m annoying.
Zara : BABY BABY BABY!
Me : Stop it Zara
Zara : BABY!
Zaria : Jie, mummy said stop it. Mummy, Jiejie still calling me baby.
Me : ZARAAAAA
Zara : *immitates me*ZARAAAA
Zaria : Mummy, Jiejie still not stopping.

And it goes on…….

>Faucets<

April 18, 2010 at 5:28 pm

Daddy is always watching his budget when it comes to choosing faucets, so we always end up having some cheap China made ones which last us just for a while until it starts complaining with a leak, or a pipe whistle (which the kitchen faucets are facing now)
I really like the Moen kitchen faucets, and hope Daddy will get them to replace the faulty ones.

>Typical<

April 18, 2010 at 5:12 pm

I’m again met with a typical insurance agent. When she’s doing her insurance marketing, she’s very diligent in writing emails to me, sms-ing me, even calling me. She was making her presence felt.
After I’d bought from her, all these stopped. Guess she’s moved on to work on her other client, one less one to update daily. Just hope she won’t disappear from the face of the earth, like my other earlier agents do once the commission stopped going to her.

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