The temptations of badmouthing your soon-going-to-be ex-employer

So, there will always be the urge to condemn your workplace or boss to the rest of the world. Especially when you are serving your termination period and there are A LOTs of stupid things being said behind your back. What the fuck??

While ranting and venting your angry thoughts might make you feels good and healthy for your heart, it is not healthy at all for your boss and your testimonials. LOL. While Facebook status seems to be the perfect place to vent-out, be alert that it can also be used against you in court if the boss decided to sue you. Hahaha.. And that is my dear, the worst nightmare!

Getting fired is the worst situation that could happen to just anybody. But for my case, at first, I quit with dignity and virtue. I even offered myself to help my boss should he could not find any replacement for me any time soon by being a part-timer. Unfortunately, he did not think of it as me helping him, but rather as me asking for his favor. Therefore he went around spreading the words that he does not have the heart to tell me that he is not going to hire me as part-timer after I quit. Oh now it seems like I was going to be fired due to my incapability and my 'generous' boss is so 'kind-hearted' NOT to fire me. Hail Boss!

Can't wait for the termination period to end. Well do not worry, I am a professional therefore I shall resume my works as usual and serve it with virtue. Yet you, my soon-going-to-be-ex-boss, oh can you do me a favor by not trying to ruin my image and future anymore? After all, these 4 years of working with you didn't seems to be worthy enough for me to be treated nicely before my last day? Or at least, say something nice about me to your future employee.

But still, I'm wishing the best for you and the company.

The Enjoyment

Hello,

I am a little bit diligent today, therefore I decide to write on  my newly work-out routine. I developed a new hobby apart from xbox-ing, kinect-ing and PS-ing which is.......................................

CYCLING!!!!!!

Yeay!

This is my new definition of having fun and working-out at the very same time. Plus, I can now claimed myself to be an environment friendly human being. Double Yay! I cycle to-and-from my workplace and my house. Cycling is tiresome and drained my whole energy the first day I succeed in my mission. But after almost a week cycling to and back from office, it is just a piece of cake. Oh mind you, it was 5.3km from my house to the office, and 5.7km back since I'm using different route which is less hectic after work. 

It was really bizarre when I first trained myself to cycle around my housing area, of course with helps from my husband which is an evil coach (I almost feels like I'm the Cinderella and he is my stepmother). However, thanks to him for playing his stepmother role, I am very much disciplined with my cycling routine. Alhamdulillah. Therefore, I plan to join Le Tour De Langkawi next year (LOL who am I kidding?)

It's good to cycle. Apart from losing weight (which I haven't shed even a single KG since I started cycling), cycling helps me to keep fit and active. I can feel that I'm becoming younger and younger with days. It can helps to save as well since it's cheap because I don't have to pay for gas, you know with GST nowadays and stuffs uh.. More importantly, there is no longer self-excuse for not having enough time to exercise, Thank God I don't have to lie to myself anymore. Haha.

I love swimming, I love dancing with my Kinect and now, I'm starting to love cycling.

After some times

Hello.. It has been weeks since I last updated my writing. Ahh.. who cares? Nobody know about the existence of this very blog apart from SINA. Hahaha

A lot of things happened since my last post. It started with my beloved Gonjeng's shocking leave for rainbow-crossing bridge, my mom's birthday celebration, my newly-developed hobby, ahhh.. I lost my count. Pretty much a hectic and eventful month. Oh by the way, I am still anticipating my master degree offer letter to bloom from a rare purple cherry blossom tree in Osaka, Japan before being plucked and shipped in a yellow hand-woven songket box to Malaysia, and presented to me personally by former IIUM's President, Tan Sri Dato' Seri Utama Dr. Rais Yatim. Did anybody get my point? It means, it has been a three-bloody-months wait! UoM release my unconditional offer letter less than 24-hours after I submitted my IELTS certificate. Now you do the math, if there is any math involve. Hahaha..

So, I am too lazy to write despite having an awful lot of stories to share. Therefore, I just vent out my random complaint for today. I will gather more strength and determination in my next post. Till then,

Toodles!

I'm so good at sleeping, I can even do it in places that you can never think of

This is one of the few rare days that the urge of wanting to write crumpled my tummy despite not having even  single idea on any topic.

Well, how about I write about my furballs? Oh no.. cat again?! LOL

My cats never failed to amazed me on their creativity of selecting their sleeping port. I have been wondering since long time ago about the criteria that had to do with the selection. However, I guess it will remained to be a question to me forever since I'm too lazy to go and find some reading materials about this weird habit. Plus, I still have plenty of much more important things to think about. So yeah, here I put on some of the unique places that my furballs choose to substitute their expensive pet bed.

 Nyanyau bears the title 'The Lady of The House'. Being the most senior to live with us, this little diva really lives to it's calico's trait despite her petite size. She is 2 and a half years old. She was abandoned at our house when she was about a week old by the mother who found a new boyfriend and decide to runaway with him to a Happyland. She was bottle-fed and grew up to be the queen of the house.

The 'throne'

The food-quality inspector

The research reports + sleeping bag

The dvd 'player'

The cereal and snack watcher

Aircond repairman

The 'I-don't-care-about-you-goddamn-expensive-petbed-because-trashcan-is-much-more-comfortable'

The Iron-lady

The 'YOUR-PES-CAN-WAIT'

Nyanyau is really creative in finding new places to sleep. While the others on the other hand will look-up on Nyanyau and always try to steal her spots. Trust me, Nyanyau  is soooo diva that she will never-ever-after sleeps in places that the other furballs has slept on. And guess who is the most naughty one who loves to steals Nyanyau's port every time??

TADAAAAA!!! Gonjeng!!!!

 This port was first discovered by Nyanyau. But halfway while she was in the middle of sleeping, this  envious tabby came and shoo her away! Hahahaha..

The art of trying to snatch the diva's port

And here, look at how pissed Nyanyau was. She was trying to get some nap and the busybody tabby slowly came and tried to curl-up with her. Of course she end-up leaving the iron board to show her protest and hatred.

Imitating the laundry

The rod can be my bolster

Or probably my head hanger

Where are thinking of going, leaving me?

Apart from those two, the other two adults are very much outdoor. So their sleeping place is probably somewhere on the car roof, on the tree or in the attic.

Sunbathing in the middle of the porch

In between the boxes 

Between the tiny legs

There are still more weird and funny places that these kitties choose to make their sleeping territory. Sometimes, I lift them up and put them nicely on their bed with the thought of making their sleep more comfortable. But most of the time, I just grab my phone, took a picture and just let them be... 

Who are we to judge how cat should behave?

The Classified

I am a self-proclaimed Cat Lady. However, on contrary I do have a very understanding husband and astonishing social life.




Cat person is usually associated with Toxoplasmosis which is caused by bacteria Toxoplasma Gondii WHICH can be transmitted by infected cat's fecal matter. HOWEVER, research conducted by Vicki Benson in 2012 concluded that Cat ownership does not strongly increase the risk of T. Gondii infection. In fact, eating unwashed vegetables and undercooked meat is a much stronger risk factor.(Benson et.al, 2012). Therefore, cats owners....... please be rest-assured.

I couldn't be more happy with my furballs. Every single one of these little monster has their own history; dark, sad, gloom.. until they were rescued.
Classified is a black short-haired kitten whom nearly didn't make it. We found him crawling along a crowded corridor of a hypermarket during a heavily raining day as a very tiny kitten.('WE' is referring to my husband and I). He was being kicked by the passers-by while meowing trying to get something to eat. He was suffering from a terrible flu as his eyes were hardly open with a swollen right cheek. He was too weak and thin and dirty. It was Saturday afternoon so we scooped him and nursed him at home for 2-days while waiting for the vet to be open on Monday. When he reach our home, he ate the wet food we gave warily and went to sleep. I bet it was the fullest he could felt and the warmest place he could sleep on ever.

Classified back then

We decide to named him Classified. It was of course inspirate by the movie Penguins of Madagascar. He was terrified and scared at first. probably traumatized from his miserable life by the alley. It tooks quite a time to assured him that he is now safe and nothing to be worried of. Until one day, he volunteered himself for a quick snuggle. Bet it was the first time ever he was cuddled and probably the first time he started purring.

Classifed now

Classifed is now 2 months older and has given us happiness and warmth. A simple thought of rescuing a stray kitten that I have made back then can be rewarding for both us and Classified. There is lesson to be learnt. Please be a responsible cat owner and neuter your cats. Classified is considered as lucky enough to have found me or he might have sadder ending.

Please adopt. I'm rooting for neuter and spay. These felines deserve better life

Folklore

We went back to our hometown last Chinese New Year to spend our long holiday. Not quite long, but fair enough to have a short getaway far from the hecticness and fatigueness of the city. It was a small village where the community is friendly and helpful. They usually got excited to offer mutual help and exchanging foods. It is fun to mingle with them while having a cup of coffee over the veranda and learned some of their stories by sitting there eavesdropping and nodding my head.

One of the story did caught my attention and I bet it will leave quite a strong reminiscence in my head. It was the story of an auntie who is a member of the old-ladies-gang whom hasn't been around for a few months and her friends were really curious about her where-being. So here comes the tale. One fine day while she was making lunch for her husband, she suddenly felt that the world around her was spinning. The sensation was so strong that she said she vomited and lay at the kitchen helplessly while waiting for the husband to noticed that she was being quiet for quite a while and came to her rescue. While lying on the floor unable to move, she hears a very loud cricket sound and everything around her was so silent as if she was stranded in the middle of the jungle. All the other ladies freaked out and advised her to go to hospital to have a thorough check on her problem but she refused. She firmly explained that she had went to an 'ustaz' and he told her that the problem has got to do with the mystical force which caught a little interest in her and decided to interfere with her well being. (mind you, that was why she felt as if she was lying on the jungle floor-since the ghost took her spirit away for a while)

I was about to burst out a laughter when all the ladies started to come out with all the theories that they knew regarding the situation. It might be rude for me to interfere and started to blabber and explained about Meniere's Disease at that time. I did advice the lady to have her condition checked at the nearby hospital before I leave should the condition reoccurs. I hope she did listen to me.

It was an interesting holiday.

Proud and Annoying

Some people are so arrogant and proud of themselves that they tend to look down on other people. I always think this kind of people are delusion, sick, unrealistic and plain stupid. They always think that they are the damn hottest shit on earth and everybody else needs to bow upon them. It's not even real. Be it who you are, at the end of the day, you will wake-up from your bed in the morning and realizes that you are nothing but a piece of dunk.

This is a case of a 60+ years old proud man who come to me and demand for a hearing test. During the history taking session, he keeps telling me like thousands times that he used to be an engineer in Petronas that it kind of making me nauseated. Telling me once is more than enough since obviously I did not have hearing loss and I did actually acknowledge his profession. It is just that I refused to make his once-upon-a-time career a big deal because I treat my patients equally in an unbiased way regardless the statuses, jobs or whomever you are.

While his hearing being tested, he keeps complaining about the interior of the audio booth on how different it is from the booth he has entered. Lecturing me on how to do hearing test on him (excuse me, I am an audiologist), complaining on how uncomfortable the chair is (hello!) and keep talking and talking during the test even though I did warned him to be quite and concentrate on the testing like hundreds time! He really did get on my nerves but the best part has yet to arrive!

Haruhi was annoyed and about to explode

It took me a few minutes in the washroom to calm myself down and put-up my best face before explaining the results to him. And the session has come out exactly as I have predicted. I credit myself on this! Making fun of every single detail I told him, making fun of me and my assistant, mentioning about his career as an engineer hundreds time again, blabbering about his off-shore experience and how much he earned previously, how great he is bla bla bla and................ it continues for about 2-hours.

*google source*

Be proud of yourself is okay. I can tolerate that. But putting other people down is hurtful no matter what the reason is. I keep telling myself during the session not to stoop down to this man level and in this case, I just didn't make any comments and try to figure out why is he acting that way. Above all, it is because he think that I am too young to be telling him the listening strategies he should be practicing from then on. But trust me, it is not the act of denial since he already knew his hearing status like decades ago.

“There is nothing to be proud of in being able to put others down”

-Anonymous-                            

p/s: Well now I can really understand the usefulness of having a blog. I can rant my heart out and complaint till my brain pops whenever, wherever I met undesirable and hateful events without having to flood up my Facebook's statuses.

Thank you for making the ordinary assistance extraordinary

Yes, sometime the ordinary deeds can be extraordinary, when doing them with the right person.

People come and go in our life. Some come and barely leave a trace, others leave a string of footprints leading to the deepest part of our heart letting us know that they are there in every step and move we made.

You, my friend is one of the few that leave stamping all over not only my heart but also my liver and spleen since the day we met. Although it has not been so long since we become friend, thank you for simply enjoying my company whenever we are together.

Oh, I love this the most.. That takoyaki looks tasty.

Please don't be mad. Thank you for talking things out of me, thank you for being compassionate and thank you for being in the love-hate friendship with me. And above all, thank you for teaching me how to start  a blog to help me with my corroded writing skills Cici! LOL

First problem

This is the beginning of a blog where fictions matter, sarcasm counts and I love cats.


I find myself staring blankly at the screen monitor for half an hour pondering, wondering on how to start my very first blog post. What surprise me is, the next 15 minutes I start typing some words without any root idea to be tell.

Being funny in writing is a hard work for me where people won't be able to see my facial expression or read my tone. Whilst being serious is too boring. I am not good in telling fictions while miserable in discussing facts, let alone politics. I wish to write so that frown turns to grin, smile turns to giggle and laughter turns to guffaw.

I have two sides of me. Or perhaps three or maybe four. At times, I am so angelic to the point that 3 out of 5 of my elderly clients would want me to be their daughter-in-law. Mostly I am a wicked co-worker to my colleague that I can figuratively push her strangling to the wall.

I was born in late 80's which make me sometimes think that I was born in the wrong era. I should be born in either 50's or 60's where the music, movies, art and literature are more suited to my taste. My radio channels are mostly tuned to Klasik FM, Sinar FM, Mix FM, light and easy. I prefer Bertie Higgins over Justin Bieber, Skeeter Davis over Taylor Swift and The Beetles over One Direction. Above all, I prefer how everybody can lived peacefully together in this beloved multiracial country during old time regardless the race and religion.

Anyway, I hope you will find something on my blog you might enjoy reading. I hope you'll continue to read along my writing along my life journey. It's nothing enjoyable, but probably worth reading!

-lyla-