The lil’ dude and his family…

disclaimer: No baby was hurt during the recording of this video. Some of you will probably say that it was dangerous for him to be standing down there. Yes, I know that. But no more space to put the car seat, and he refused to sit quietly. After the video, he drank some milk and went to sleep.

Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha, Happy New Year and Happy Holidays!! Woo-hoo! We’ll be going back to Kota Bharu on Sunday. So, to those of you who will be travelling, drive safe, yah??? =)

Sunday:

Went to IKEA in the morning, to get some more stuff (And if you ask me, I can’t remember what we bought. Haha!) While at IKEA, we called the goon to let him know we will be a bit late, but as expected, he said that he will not be delivering the grilles as he had no lorries. Irwan was really pissed, but he’s more patient than I am, hence he still spoke nicely to the dungu, while I walked away looking at other things before I decide to grab the phone away and tell the good-for-nothing guy to shove it!

Good morning Irfan! (He’s holding his newfound toy - my handphone on the other hand)

Waiting to be fed @ IKEA. (Check out his muka seposen. Haha!)

Grrrrr, geramnye dengan mama ni!!!!!

Let’s stretch!

Laughing at Aunty Nana’s jokes. (Like as though he understands ‘em!)

This is the conversation I had with the stooopid grilles contractor. They were mostly in BM, but I am too tired to translate them, so, it’ll just be in English:

Me: When are you coming? You said you were coming today to get some work done?

Him: I’ll come in the evening, about three. What’s with the tone?

Me: You promised to get the work done on Saturday, then you said Sunday, then Monday. You only managed to get things done yesterday. And because of your delay, we have to postpone our move. Who isn’t upset? And the grilles were wrongly done. (Our grilles are horizontal, BUT for Irfan’s bathroom, according to him, it couldn’t be done horizontally, so he made it vertical! WTF???? It looks like a blardy jail. And he said if we want to change it, some of our tiles will be broken. Irwan said whatever, just change it!)

Him: Yes, but I told your husband that I couldn’t make it on Saturday or Sunday because I had logistics problem. (Ok, this is what I don’t get. He called Irwan on Saturday AN HOUR before our appointment and said he depends on outsiders for lorries. Keeps claiming himself as a businessman, and if he is – which I highly doubt it – he should have his own lorry, right? And then, on Sunday, WE called him, out of courtesy, to let him know we’ll be a tad late, and you know what he said? That he was just about to dial Irwan’s number – LIAR! – and that he can’t send the grilles on that day either because there are no lorries! If you can’t sort the lorries out, then you shouldn’t have promised us a day, betul tak?????)

Me: Yes, you called to inform just AN HOUR before. If you couldn’t get ‘em lorries, why did you promise us? I do business too, and I don’t go telling my customers that my cars are stuck at Port Klang because I don’t have drivers to take them out. Who in the freaking mind would want to say such thing and jeopardize his/her business?????

Him: It looks to me as though you don’t respect malays. (WTF????? What has melayu got to do with anything?? Grrrrr.. ngggghhhhh *pulling hair*)

Me: What?!!!!??? Melayu has nothing to do with this. If you’ve noticed, I’m a malay too. The deal is right now, not about race, religion or whatsoever. The deal is, you promised to deliver your goods on Saturday, and then Sunday, and then Monday. Had you completed your job on Saturday, we could’ve gone back to Kuantan on Sunday and met Irwan’s grandfather for the last time, before his demise.

Him: Looks to me as though you don’t believe in Qada’ and Qadar. (Errr, how do I explain what this is? It’s like I don’t believe in Allah’s powerslah. Like I’m blaming him instead of accepting fate.)

Me: What the…..?????? Look, don’t steer the subject away from race to religion lah. My point is, I’m upset because you say one thing, and do another. As simple as that. Stop giving so much excuses lah. (By this time I think my whole office can hear me shouting at him.)

Him: Bla bla bla bla.. (I can’t remember what he mumbled.)

Me: Slams down the phone.

While still trembling with anger, I called Irwan up to let him know what happened. Shortly after, while still talking to Irwan, this Ramli fella called my handphone.

Him: I think you have no respect for elders. I’m not your age, so you should not be talking to me in that tone of yours.

Me: First of all, you’re not worth respecting. Secondly, I’m your customer, and I have all the rights in the world to get upset with you because you do not deliver your goods, and when you deliver them, some of them are not according to what we have asked for!

Him: Okay, yes, that I admit, is my fault. And like I’ve told your husband, I’ll get it fixed before Saturday. So, what is the problem?

Me: (In my heart I was cursing him like mad, with all the swearings in whatever language I could muster, but in my heartlah. Now regretting that I didn’t curse him. Sheeeessh!) The problem is Encik Ramli, is that you did not deliver your goods at the said time and because of that, I could not get people to deliver my fridge, my microwave, my washing machine and dryer and other appliances and we also have to delay our move. Which part of that isn’t going through you blardy thick skull? (I wish I had said that too!!!!)

Him: But I said I’ll complete them by this Saturday, yes?

Me: Yes, but it could’ve been done last weekend, and I could’ve moved in by next week. Now, I have to wait for a few more weeks!

Him: But I called your husband to tell him that I could not send them last week because there were no lorries.

Me: Yes, I know, I got that! But, why did you promise us Saturday when you didn’t have the lorries booked? And why did you said, “Ok, ok, I promise, I’ll send on Sunday”, but you still didn’t!?!! We had so many things arranged, the painter were supposed to paint back the walls after you’ve fixed the grilles, the electrical shop was supposed to send the electrical goods on Sunday/Monday and everything had to be cancelled. Next time, if you cannot promise, then don’t promise. Just say that you don’t have the lorries this weekend, and would it be alright to send them next week? We would’ve understood. In fact, when we paid you the deposit (of RM 1,000) on the 9th, you promised to have the grilles ready in 10 days’ time, as you claimed that you work on Saturdays, Sundays and public holidays as well. And when did you actually send? On the 26th! That’s 7 days delay?

Him: You ni betul tak berbudi bahasa lah. I’m not in your age group. You should be respecting me. You shouldn’t be raising your voice towards me!

Me: Look, a promise is a promise. If you can’t promise, then don’t! You think we’ve got nothing better to do than to wait for you at your own convenience? We have other things to do too, you know?

Him: Then, you think I don’t have anything better to do also?

Me: So, why did you accept our orders if you think you have a lot of other things to do? Why did you demand for a deposit then? Right there and then??

Him: (I have no friggin’ idea what he was on about, I couldn’t care less, I was just waaaaay too pissed off!)

Me: Slammed down the phone before I start to be really disrespectful.

So, moral of the story: Our next home will either be a) a condominium or b) a house in a gated community. AND our kitchen has to be a perfect square!

Why do you ask? So that I don’t have to trouble myself looking for people to do ‘em grilles and go crazy entertaining their craziness, and also, so that my kitchen cabinet can be ordered from IKEA because the goon who is doing it now, just doesn’t understand plain, simple, English. But, that’s another story for another day.

Nggggghhhhhhh!!!!! I’m soooo going mental! I’m sorrylah, in this Bolehland of ours, I think most Malays think they’re so high above the ground. Dude, wake up!!! Or else, you’ll be at the losing end. (Am I going to get flamed for this?)

Anyway, I sent Ramli an sms, saying this: Look, you want to call me disrespectful to my elders, or I don’t respect malays, that’s all up to you. You don’t deserve to be respected. But you said that you’re a businessman, right? And you will finish your job by Saturday, so you just finish your job and fix whatever defects there are and if we are satisfied, we’ll pay you and I hope that we won’t cross paths anymore. Qada’ and Qadar is in Allah’s hands, I don’t deny that. But it’s a sin to break one’s promise. Next time, if you can’t promise, then don’t.

In fact, what really ticked us off was, when we got the news of Ah Kong’s demise, Irwan called to say that we won’t be around to open the doors for him, so can he please send the grilles the next day. His answer: You were the one who really wanted me to send today, so I’m sending them today. And I’ll leave the grilles outside, and take full responsibility for them since YOU were the one who demanded that the grilles be sent today. What a jerk, right? Other people would have at least been more compassionate and offered their condolences or something, but not this idiot of a buffoon!

He just made my day… NOT!

I would like to extend our deepest condolences to my mother in-law and her family on the passing on of their beloved father. Irwan’s Ah Kong (Irfan’s Ah Chor) passed on yesterday, at about 11.05 a.m. We were told (by Irwan’s parents whom were already there) early in the morning to rush to Kuantan to see him for the last time, but it was not meant to be. I’m glad we visited him after our trip to Perth or else, it would’ve been hard on Irwan and his elder brother. Rest in peace, Ah Kong. Amen.

Inol, the beautiful bride.

Irfan and Tok Cik Nah.

to be continued….

Waiting to go out for dinner. (notice them mozzie bites?)

Irfan playing with his ball after dinner.

Hey you!

Our little bundle of joy… *smile*

Part 1 of the video.

Part 2 of the video.