Having lived with my grandma since young, I grew inevitably attached to her. Whenever I needed any advice or someone to talk to, I knew that I could always turn to her and she would be there for me.
As I started growing older, my grandma’s health started deteriorating. The past 2 years was excruciating for all of us. She was brought in and out of the hospital frequently. Her sons didn’t see to care much about her wellbeing while my mum was clueless about what to do. Therefore, I felt the need to step up to look after her. I remembered that I would spend time reading up on my grandma’s conditions to find ways to help her.
A condition she had was dementia and it was painful to see her slowly forgetting about me. She started thinking I was one of her sons and I felt disappointed that she would think that her unfilial son would be looking after her like I did. However, I slowly realized that what was most important was that she was blissed. Even though I would spend time with her to keep her mind active, I felt that I wasn’t doing enough. I felt that if only I had spent more time with her then her dementia wouldn’t have progressed so quickly.
A year later, covid happened. My grandma was unwell again and I thought it was unwise to send her to the hospital, thus, I decided to call a house call doctor I found online to visit her. I regretted that decision badly as she got a stroke a few days later, which I felt was due to the dubious injection the house call doctor had given her. I googled and found out that this doctor had been suspended in the past for disregarding medical guidelines. Although there was no evidence that proved his injection caused the stroke, I felt immense guilt nonetheless. My grandma lost the ability to move one side of her body and I felt that it was all my fault. However, the doctor said that with intense therapy, my grandma could regain some of her functioning again.
I felt hopeful and kept encouraging my grandma to exercise. I even tried engaging home occupational therapists in hopes that she would get better. Unfortunately, she didn’t get better. In fact, her functioning got worse over time. She became bed-bound, she was asleep most of the time, and she started eating and drinking less as well. In the weeks before she passed, she couldn’t swallow her food properly, she couldn’t speak, and she could barely keep awake. Despite all that, she would still put a big smile on her face whenever she sees familiar people at her bedside. Soon, she couldn’t even eat and struggled to breathe before she inevitably passed on.
As I looked at her death certificate and see the words ” passed away peacefully”, I thought to myself, did she really passed away peacefully? I always thought that I would just wake up one day to find my grandma motionless. To me, that was my fantasy of a peaceful death.
Nobody ever told me that witnessing the death of a loved one would be so painful. I was feeling so helpless when I see my grandma’s vitals getting weaker every day, knowing very well that her imminent death was coming. And as she gasped her final breath, I heaved a sigh of relief as I know her suffering had ended. As I stood beside my grandfather at my grandma’s casket, I asked my grandfather to pen down any last words he has for her.
With his limited knowledge of English, I saw him struggled to write these words…. “I LOVE YOU”. It was then that I felt a sharp pain in my heart. And as I’m writing this at 3am in the morning, I think to myself, how will I ever move on from this loss?
A man received a fake email from the bank and shared the information online to prevent others from getting scammed.
The email appears to me from DBS but if you look closely the phone numbers are wrong. The hyperlink in the email does not lead to DBS but it leads to a scam website that looks similar to DBS.
A netizen pointed out that the information in the email doesn’t look anything like DBS and warned others to be careful when receiving any emails that might require sensitive information like a user and password.
A man has recently posted on Facebook asking if the fountain noise at Marina Bay Sands (MBS) is considered breaching Safe Management Rules?
He says that since recorded music is not allowed in Food & Beverage establishments since it causes patrons to talk louder and might cause COVID-19 transmission, the fountain noise should also be treated with the same importance.
Here is what he said
“To further reduce the risk of transmission from patrons talking loudly, recorded music will not be allowed in F&B establishments, according to covid rules.
How about fountain noise? I was at Beanstro (MBS) on one evening and while having our meal, suddenly, the water flow down, and thus, creating a very loud noise. We will need to speak louder than usual due to the noise. So is this the same scenario as someone having to speak louder in a F&B establishments who play loud music?”
A netizen, Esther Erin, shared a heartbreaking story about how her father, who works as a GrabFood rider in Malaysia, experiences unruly customers who bully riders.
Esther wrote that her father works 12 hours a day, every single day for the past year, trying to make money to support his family.
There was once he was waiting for an order from a restaurant and the customer messaged him asking “why the f**k is my food taking so long to arrive?”
He then asked the restaurant owner about the order, the owner then rudely told him that it wasn’t ready.
The rider then relayed the message to the customer, who told him that they were going to give him a low rating, despite it not being his fault.
Later, upon delivering the food to the customer, they threw the food at him and said:
“So f**king long, better don’t deliver next time.”
Esther father then returned home with burns on his skin and appeared to have been crying.
Heartbroken, the daughter took to Facebook to appeal for everyone to be empathetic, and to extend kindness to others because we are all facing our own problems.
Here is her story:
“[𝗔 𝗧𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗔𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗯 𝗗𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀]
Another day of work, another day for him to get by. The alarm rang at 5 a.m. He woke up feeling a heavy sore surging through his body because of an incident that happened the day before. Nobody knew he had been driving for 12 hours straight, every single day for the past year. His usual routine includes his simple breakfast at 5.30 a.m, followed by lunch at 8 p.m. The pain in his back and the hunger in his stomach were nothing compared to the worries in his mind: “Will I make enough deliveries today to cover the bills?”
It was a fine Thursday, he made a few deliveries for all kinds of cuisines. And then came an order for Spade’s Burger. He let out a huge sigh, he never liked delivering orders from Spade’s or myBurgerLab (you know how long the queue can get). Customers were always rushing him to get the food there “faster”. But how fast can you wait, when there are 10 other drivers waiting to deliver to their customers as well?
6PM – It was almost time for dinner but he wanted to take one last job for the day before he went home to have dinner with his kids. Then the next notification came in: –
The job was from Sopoong, a Korean food restaurant. It took him less than 5 minutes to get to the restaurant. He then went in to greet the owner and inform him of the orders. The owner looked him up and down with a displeased look on his face and said, “𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗯 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲”
So, the waiting begins…
[30 mins later] the first message from the waiting customers arrives:
The grab driver started to panic and went into the restaurant to follow up with the order, just to be greeted with a glare. The restaurant owner raised his voice, “𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗬! 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗯 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲!”
The grab driver apologized and explained to the customer that his order was still in preparation. Then came the next reply:
“𝗜’𝗺 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗟𝗢𝗪 𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚”
The grab driver waited another 20 minutes before the food was ready. He quickly grabbed the food and drove as fast as he could. When he saw the customer, the first thing he did was apologize, “I’m sorry sir, the kitchen was very busy and I tried my best-” before he was cut off with:
“𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗝𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗔𝗡 𝗞𝗨𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗝𝗔𝗥”
The grab driver was stunned and didn’t know what else to do except to pass the food. What happens next?
The customer took the packaging that includes a piping hot bowl of soup and threw it back at the grab driver.
“𝗦𝗼 𝗳**𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲”
It was a really long day for the driver. He felt tired, confused, and upset. It’s not the first time he was greeted with harsh remarks, curses, and impolite customers. Instead, he reminds himself to be grateful only because he still has a job during this pandemic.
And before you wonder any further – how do I know this story? Because the grab driver is my father. He was 2 hours late for our dinner. His clothes were damp. His skin had burnt spots. His eyes were puffy.
He carries all these frustrations and emotional scars in his heart, it pains me to share the fragments and details of this story.
It hurts me, even more, knowing that my father is the victim of emotional and physical abuse. Could you stand to see your father get bullied and all you could do is pat them on the back and tell them ‘everything is going to be okay?’
Nobody knows when MCO will end. Many families are suffering, many businesses are feeling the pinch. Many hopes and dreams are crushed – and there’s not much we can do to reverse our fate from this nasty, unforgiving pandemic.
This is what Grab drivers have to go through daily. They wait for hours, risk their lives on the road to deliver food – only to be treated with disrespect, emotional abuse, an endless string of insults while being at the mercy of an app that users can rate depending on their mood & standards.”