We’ve all been there. That moment a trusted household appliance decides to go on strike. In our case, the culprit was the washing machine, and what started as a simple repair turned into a two-day saga involving a flooded kitchen, a lot of hand-washing, and a lesson in water pressure.
Everyone in the house, except for someone sitting for a major exam soon, had to hand-wash their own clothes the past two days.
It all began when the technician arrived yesterday. He was efficient, diagnosed the problem quickly—a faulty motor—and replaced it with a new one. RM350 later, he packed up and left, and I was left with a sense of relief. Problem solved! Or so I thought.
Eager to get back to normal, I immediately started a load. But with just 8 minutes left on the cycle, my hope turned to dread. The machine had frozen. It was just… hanging.
A frantic WhatsApp message to the technician followed. He guided me through a "simple" fix: remove the cap at the bottom to let the water out. What he didn't mention was that this would unleash a tidal wave in my kitchen. Long story short, I spent the rest of the day hand-washing a mountain of clothes, hauling the heavier items to the dobi shop, and mopping up what felt like a small lake from the floor.
Round Two: The Technician Returns.
The technician came back this morning, presumably with a little more determination. He did his magic, and this time, he did something crucial: he waited. He stayed for the entire 15-minute cycle to ensure it actually finished. Victory, at last!
After he left, I confidently ran a full load. The cycle completed perfectly. The clothes were clean. But as I went to retrieve the clothes, I saw a new puddle of water on the floor. This was exactly the same problem that had plagued us for the past few weeks.
Another message to the technician. His explanation this time? Our own water pressure.
Apparently, our machine has a ‘U’-shaped drainage design, which is meant to slow the water flow. But our home's water pressure is so strong that it fights against this design, causing water to splatter back out from the detergent drawer. The solution? I have to lower our water pressure.
So, here we are. The machine is (fingers crossed) fixed, but with a new domestic variable to manage. This washer, which will only turn two years old in December 2025, has already put us through the wringer. It’s a stark reminder that modern appliances these days aren't always built for heavy use.
And with at least six rounds of laundry a day in our household, I’ve reached a conclusion: the next washer I buy won’t be a standard model. It’s going to be an industrial-grade, heavy-duty workhorse built to handle the chaos of real life.
For now, I’m crossing my fingers, turning down the water pressure, and hoping this one can survive another year. Wish me luck!
Throwback food pix from two Sundays ago - our lunch at Yat Yat Seng @ Megah Rise, Taman Megah, PJ.
I grew up eating Yat Yat Seng, Ipoh's famous 'kai si hor fun' (chicken floss noodles) and curry noodles. Fast forward several decades, and there are now several branches in KL and PJ.
Hubby is a huge fan of Yat Yat Seng's curry noodles. The owner, Datin Seri Denise, is also a friend of hubby's.
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| Kai si hor fun |
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| Curry noodles. |
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| Steamed chicken and Ipoh bean sprouts. |
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| Wantan filled with juicy prawns. |
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| Pork belly in rice wine. |
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