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-