[5/30] 10 Amazing Things about My Ex-Boss

The cheeky person who prompted me to write this clearly had first-hand experience of the drama that unfolded during my last days of work in Land of Pichonkun. It was all glitters and rainbows at work before I tendered my short notice resignation (no, it wasn’t. hahaaa!). Surprisingly (also shockingly), it was not as difficult for me to come up with this piece. So, *drum rolls*, here are the 10 most amazing things about my ex-boss which are purely non-fictional (this, I kid you not!). Oh, and we shall name my ex-boss ‘Ex-Boss’ throughout this post (because duhhhhh…) in order to protect their identity.

  1. Prepares incredible presentation slides – prior to meeting Ex-Boss, I mentally thought I was quite good at making presentation decks, but soon enough found out that I was mediocre.
  2. Has a sharp eye for details – almost always able to identify minute errors
  3. Curiosity to learn – if Ex-Boss doesn’t know, Ex-Boss Googles!
  4. Gets the bigger picture of things
  5. Gives random creative ideas – especially we brainstorm on events, activities
  6. Passion for the company – this was Ex-Boss’ first job, and Ex-Boss has dedicated 20-ish years of their life for the organization.
  7. Taught me most of what I know of Safety, Health and Environment (SHE)
  8. Patience for long discussions? – this remains questionable, though
  9. Workaholic
  10. Sort of indirectly got me to start my current attempt to eco-living.

I think this could be a kind reminder to all of us. Let not bitter moments cloud the good in others. Bridges do burn, unfortunately. We can either rebuild the bridge, or simply wish them well from the other side.

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All smiles for the camera. 🙂  And look, that’s Pichonkun!

Confession : As I wrote this, I had flashes of Friday afternoons during monthly Environmental Committee Meeting. I am just glad that’s all history now! 😛


Note : This blog post is part of my 30 Days Microblog Challenge which I began in September 2018. To read more from this series, you can select ‘Microblog’ under Category. Or, search for #therainbowhatmicroblogs on Instagram. 🙂 Topics for this series are a mix of my own brainchild and prompts from my Insta-friends.

[4/30] How I Met Sorru

I think it was a Wednesday, which in UTP, translates to lecture-free second half of the day. I was sitting in Tudung Saji Café, my usual spot by the beam. I was probably doing some assignment or reading as I heard loud chatters approaching me. Someone asked me if I was going for the replacement class, I would’ve nodded, while mentally rolling my eyes. They were all headed to Chancellor Hall, to watch some debate competition, in a large noisy group. I was supposed to collect their quiz papers from class. I mentally mocked them. One of them, a tall boy wearing spectacles, muttered something. They conveniently decided to pass me a bag (one that they give out during orientation) and told me that one of their friends would come get it. I mocked them mentally, again, with a smile on my face. Who even writes their name on their bag with a correction liquid? Owner of the ridiculously tarnished bag came to collect his bag, grinningly.

I went to class that afternoon and collected every quiz paper with an Indian name. I only knew 2-3 of them. After an hour of class, I went back to Tudung Saji. Sometime later, they returned too. This was my opportunity to match names with faces, and possibly intelligence. In coming weeks after that, I made friends with them and was soon part of the big, noisy bunch.

That boy who passed me his friend’s bag always commented on my Facebook posts, texted me, always asked me out for movies and later settled for a KFC lunch circa July 2011. He drove me around, packed suppers and asked me answers for assignments.

Years passed. On a rainy night, I came back to my room exhausted after long hours in IRC. I opened my ‘unofficial email’ which I had only used for my BlogSpot account at that time. First sentence said, ‘I know you won’t see this email for some time’. As I read the email, I knew. I was in love with the boy who wrote me an email with grammatical errors. So, friends, this is how I met and later fell in love with Sarvish.

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Earliest snap I have of us, taken in 2011 @ Tudung Saji Cafe

Disclaimer: I have the tendency of reconstructing memories to my preferences, but I also have the gift of vivid memory for minute details.


Note : This blog post is part of my 30 Days Microblog Challenge which I began in September 2018. To read more from this series, you can select ‘Microblog’ under Category. Or, search for #therainbowhatmicroblogs on Instagram. 🙂 Topics for this series are a mix of my own brainchild and prompts from my Insta-friends.

[3/30] Kerala Taste – Injipuli

Honestly speaking (ermm, typing), I lack appreciation of Kerala Cuisine. I know little differences between the many South Indian cuisines. BUT, I have an ultimate favourite which is Injipuli (literally translates to Ginger Tamarind). When you attend Malayalee weddings or events, you’d often find this pickle-sort of dish served. If you do, there’s also high probability that you hear an older Malayalee aunty who’s critiquing the dish – needs more brown sugar, ginger pieces too big, colour is just not right shade of spicy red and whatnot. Well, all I know is that Injipuli shall taste however my mother makes it. Because… Amma knows best, and she’s the best cook I know. I’m just a happy kid who’s about to eat her Chinese Economy Rice dinner with a teaspoon of Injipuli on the side. 😬

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Amma’s fresh batch of homemade Injipuli, 🙂

Note : This blog post is part of my 30 Days Microblog Challenge which I began in September 2018. To read more from this series, you can select ‘Microblog’ under Category. Or, search for #therainbowhatmicroblogs on Instagram. 🙂 Topics for this series are a mix of my own brainchild and prompts from my Insta-friends.

[2/30] Turning 25

I’m freshly 25 as I write this, and I already think that this could possibly be my best age thus far (trust me, I’ve lived quarter of a century plus few hours, so I know). I’m wiggling into ‘real adulthood’ with loving family, love of my life, new and old friends AND feel-good vibes which I have earned back. Challenges may arise and tears may fall, undoubtedly. Nevertheless, I’m going to put on my imaginary rainbow-colored cape and look forward anything and everything that comes my way.

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25, and still need 2993 photos taken before getting a fairly-okay photo,

Note : This blog post is part of my 30 Days Microblog Challenge which I began in September 2018. To read more from this series, you can select ‘Microblog’ under Category. Or, search for #therainbowhatmicroblogs on Instagram. 🙂 Topics for this series are a mix of my own brainchild and prompts from my Insta-friends.

[1/30] Secondary School

What a coincidence that one of the prompts for my #30daysmicroblogchallenge was ‘Secondary School’. An impromptu brunch today (1st Sept 2018), with these two couldn’t have been more timely. One of them has been my longest SMS-darling whose conversations I always cherished and the other shook me up during my darkest times. What I love about them is the fact they’re both extremely ‘low maintenance’. I can’t remember the last time we met, but today, conversations flowed effortlessly. I am grateful for friendships like this one.

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Brunch & Cake @ Watercolour Gourmet Bakery and Cafe. Photo credit : Kess 🙂

Note : This blog post is part of my 30 Days Microblog Challenge which I began in September 2018. To read more from this series, you can select ‘Microblog’ under Category. Or, search for #therainbowhatmicroblogs on Instagram. 🙂 Topics for this series are a mix of my own brainchild and prompts from my Insta-friends.

Day Trip to Pulau Kukup, Johor

I have always wanted to go on mini adventures, and explore places. But, I never did much, because time never allowed me (at least for the past year and half), and also let’s face it, I’m the laziest person when it comes to going out of the house. *facepalm*  Like when is VR becoming affordable for people like me la? Nevertheless,  I promised myself that I will make most my time in Johor for the next 8 months, and go on short explorations.

So, the destination for my first trip was Pulau Kukup, which I discovered in Johor Tourism website. Pulau Kukup is apparently the largest inhabited mangrove forest in the world. Its also designated as National Park (Taman Negara), which makes it rather an important location in Malaysia, especially if you’re an environmental enthusiast.

Getting to Kukup is rather straightforward. You could enter Kukup in Waze or Google Maps, and as you reach Kukup town, look out for the road signs that indicate ‘Terminal Feri Antarabangsa Kukup’. Parking is easy to find, especially if you reach around 8-9 am. Walk towards the terminal, and look for the boat owners to get you across the waters to the national park. Most likely someone will approach you by now. Two-way boat rides cost us RM 10 per person (Hint : Get the boat owner’s number, so that you can call them when you’re done in the park). Boat ride is just less than 5 minutes, and during the journey you can see floating fishermen village.

Entrance fee for the Kukup National Park is RM 5 per person (with MyKad). You can proceed to walk into the mangrove forest. The trail in the national park is well maintained (you wouldn’t need sport shoes and all), which makes it quite convenient. As you walk in the mangrove forest, you’d see mangrove trees straight of your geography books (like duhhhh), monkeys and lots of greens. You’d probably find this place less pleasant if you were to just Google it. But, what’s hidden behind the mangrove setting is several fascinating Insta-worthy setup for those who’d love a photo opportunity. There are different unique installations in the forest, modern architecture-nature fusion of sorts – where you can pose away.  The complete trail in the forest takes about 45 minutes – 1 hour. After were done, we called out boat guys, and waited about 5 minutes.

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After the walk in Kukup National Park, we hopped on the boat, and went to one side of the kelong settlement. We watched this weird crab feeding show. You can walk around at the kelong, watch the fishermen feed their crabs and fishes. We spent about 30 minutes at this place, and hopped on the boat back to the terminal.

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Then we walked out from terminal, back to the nearby village, Kampung Nelayan Air Masin. As we walked, we realised that there were E-bikes for rental. You could rent an E-bike for RM15 per hour. We went on the bike to tour around the village. Locals there are probably pretty used to having tourists, so they were pretty accommodating as we navigated aimlessly through little lorongs of their kampung. Stopped by at one of the houses in Kampung Kukup Laut (village nearby the terminal, on the left), and bought coconut pudding for RM10.

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Sang Matahari started to be merciless as it reached noon. We had ABC at this place called Summerly Ice House. The mango flavoured shaved ice seemed more famous there though (you should try and let me know how you liked it!). We decided to head back after stopping by to get some local fruits and anchioves (ikan bilis) for the nasi lemak I was intending to cook.

Overall, it was short fulfilling trip. Definitely a different scene that the usual malls and cafes. This trip will be easy on your pockets, and also a gateway for you to reconnect with nature. I was just frustrated to see rubbish floating on the waters, even in the mangrove swamp. I’d recommend Kukup if you’re looking for a day trip.

Public Service Announcement: If you were to take a trip here, or to any forest/island/anywhere la, please keep throw it in designated bins. Please!

3 Reasons Why I Left My Job in an MNC

A couple of weeks back, on 4th June 2018, at about 6.30 pm, I walked across Operations, IT, HR, (a bridge), Finance and big bosses’ offices, and then, down two flights of stairs to thumb out for the last time in an MNC that I had worked for the past year and half. Okay laa, I’m just this ‘extra’ as a person that I had to describe it as I did. So, it was my last day at work, at my first ‘real’ job. I was nothing but all smiles! I was just glad to drive out of the premise.

No, I hadn’t had that much of a terrible experience in this MNC. In fact, I made so many good friends and had learned a lot there (including expanding my Mandarin vocabulary). I was just all happy about this first ‘adult’ decision I made, in contrary of what others had suggested (I did not have another job on the day I tendered my resignation – not that I recommend it, anyways). This wasn’t something I did in a spur of the moment, or in haste. I had thought and discussed about it long enough that all my friends were probably just impatient if I would just-resign-already-laa! *moment of silence for those who had to endure my whining* 😛 So, here are three reasons why I left my job at the said MNC.

1. I disliked my job scope. 

You see, this was my first job. I had applied for a different position during the application process. I was then notified that there was another vacancy, and if I was interested. I jumped at it. Even during the interview, I did not ask enough of the job scope. On my first couple of days, I was tasked to separate and process a bundle of pending invoices (I honestly thought that was going to be sole job). Then, I abruptly was trusted upon other tasks, which included purchasing waste bins, arranging waste bins and printing out labels for the waste bins. I hated it! Sure, I learned other valuable things like Management System, and environmental legal stuffs, amongst others. But the waste bins drove me crazy. Imagine when people started calling you ‘Waste Specialist’, and it felt like a knife driven through your heart. Oh, I hated reviewing procedures too.

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My daily mantra, unfortunately, became this!

Moral of the Story : Ask about your job scope in detail during interview. 

2. I dreaded the workload. And I dreaded how helpless I felt about it. 

You see (idk why you’ll have to see all the time, but you see la huh), turnover is quite noticeably high at the MNC I had worked for. Specifically, in the particular section I was in, it was probably even more serious. In 1.5 years, I had seen resignation of 3 Executives and 1 Non-Executive. That meant over 6 months of doing almost everything on my own. I had not known enough to voice out my helplessness. I wanted to try completing it all, until I started drowning in the pile. I wasn’t asking for help, because that’ll make me look incompetent. I whined all day, but I never said anything to the person who was giving me the tasks. I went to work on Sundays during my semester break, I stayed back late, I missed dinners, I wept in the parking, and the only time I said anything about it was the day I tendered my resignation.

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Picture of me at work, circa March 2018. 

Moral of the Story : If you have genuine feedbacks about work, give them to your superior. 

3. I disliked the leadership. 

You see (hahaaaa, this was on purpose, sorry I’ve been weirdly funny ever since I became jobless), I liked my superior as a person, as a colleague. But their leadership made me dread every morning’s alarm. In my early days of working, I went to work as early as 6.30 a.m. I had stopped going in early since an incident in September last year that got me weeping like a cry baby (like one, because I’m not one, mind you!) as early as 7.30 a.m. I despised getting WhatsApp messages on non-working hours (Dear boss, please don’t misuse the app laaa.. I don’t want to be asked anything on a hot Sunday afternoon, while I’m trying to focus in a terribly difficult class). I despised longgggggggg (does this justify how its length?) discussions that took place in the morning. I despised the nagging. I despised that despite knowing that I was right, but being told I was wrong because they were confused about the matter. I despised the book slamming, hard clicking on the keyboard, the grunts, growls and changing decisions. But. I never gave the feedback to the this person. Because, I didn’t want to be added in to their (her) list of Pampered Gen Y who wanted to be treated like royalty at work.

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This shouldn’t be the way, but this was how it was? 

All the above said, I’m more than glad and grateful for all the experiences gained, and friendships forged there. I had the best group of colleagues, both in my department, and in other departments who made my survival last as long as it did. Thank you for lending your ears, mostly! ❤ 🙂

That Time When Facebook Made Me Cry

I have a love-hate relationship with the ‘On This Day’ function on Facebook. Sometimes I screenshot and have a good laugh with The Mister. Other times, I cringe a little (okay, maybe a lot), when I read comments and posts of younger me. Today, however, I had all sorts of emotions flooding me. As I type this post, I am not even sure if I should be writing this post.

Back when I was in Primary One, we used to sit with our tables combined, six in a group. On my right, sat a boy whose name was S. He was one of my first friends in primary school.  He had a sister, 3 years older, who was in my sister’s class, and maybe that’s how we actually became friends by default. To be honest, I do not remember any of the conversations we had, but we hung out a lot. It’s all blurry to me now.

Sometimes, his nose would bleed profusely. He’d have blood stains all over his uniform. It has happened more than once. Teachers would help him get cleaned, and I was always the one who was instructed to buy him some food from the canteen. In Standard 2, we no longer sat beside each other. But, we’d still play with erasers, go for our prefects’ duties, leave class early for recess, together.

He shifted school in Primary 4, and I did not see him again till Primary 6. We met at the Leadership Camp for all primary head prefects from schools in Kuala Lumpur. He always jokingly said then, ‘Kalau aku kat SKSD, mesti aku tak jadi Ketua Pengawas’. After that, I sometimes met him in one competition or the other. The last time I met him in person was during a career competition in Form 4.

We became Facebook friends, and we’d randomly comment on each other’s post. We religiously wished each other on birthdays. We’d chat on Facebook messages, very rarely, but when we did, it’d be long conversation over nothings. He was one of those old friends, whom I was really glad to catch up with, but one who doesn’t cross my mind on ordinary days.

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And in 2012, on June 13th, I signed in on Facebook, and posted him birthday wishes, like I had been in the past few years. Then, this happened..

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I called my Mum, and cried that night. Today, another one of his random comments on Facebook popped up. Every time it happens, I somehow involuntarily relive that night, the night when I read that devastating comment on Facebook.

4 Thoughts We All Have As The Year Ends

2017 is coming to an end, and almost abruptly so, don’t you think? Facebook and Instagram has been bugging and nudging to show us our Best Moments of 2017. As you look at the pictures, Tsunami of memories come flooding your way. As 2017 bids us farewell in just over a day, I thought I’ll write something that’s inspired by the year end vibes. So, here are some thoughts we all have at some point during year end season :

Where did the time go?

Is it just me, or someone has been seriously tampering with Time? Where did 2017 go? It feels like just yesterday when I was joyously (too much la kan, but teachers used to say adjectives got extra marks, so I use laa ah) rolling in bed, thinking that here’s to a year where I become a full-fledged adult. Apparently, adulthood means living your life in a day-to-day routine, not even realising how time slipped by. At this rate, the next time I am conscious of what month it is, I will probably be looking in the mirror, freaking out about grey hairs and wrinkles on my face.

So, every now and then, we’d better stop watching YouTube videos on autoplay, and start thinking about life. *clears throat* ‘Twas a note to self.

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Resolutions, or No Resolutions? 

Yes, I am one of those people who diligently sit their bum down as New Year dawns, to write resolutions for the year. I have been writing down my resolutions ever since I read The Last Lecture (if you haven’t read the book, and want a shortcut, you could just watch the real lecture here. It’s a video of just a little over an hour). You pick a goal, make a plan, start January off on track and yet, come next December, you’re making the exact same New Year’s resolution all over again (no, consistency is NOT key in this situation). Some say new year’s resolutions shouldn’t be a thing, some say, why not. I think it’s Law of Attraction. If you truly believe something, maybe the Universe would conspire to make it work for you.

Effective Next Year

For a Master Procrastinator like yours truly, New Year is the perfect excuse to conveniently (and shamelessly, may I add) throw around to postpone anything and everything in life. Now is the safest time to say, I’ll start afresh next year. So, yes, I want to start eating healthy, go to the gym, pick up my violin again, write more, and sleep less. I will do it next year. 1st January is and would always be the best time to start, right? By now, you’d probably realise how I should be the last person giving you life advice. Heeee.. 

What To Do For Countdown?

It’s a race for the best Insta-story, whether we like it or not. *clears throat* Just know that some people are far ahead of you, with a 48 hours of countdown at Marina Bay Sands. After all, your emotions when midnight strikes on a new year will resonate how your year is going to be, right? For Indian house elves with a 10 pm curfew, we’d resort to watching fireworks through windows of our cosy house. Don’t be a lazy ass and sleep the night off (note to self, again).

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I wish you, (yes, you!) a very happy new year. I’d like to let you know that you made the heart of a small time blogger leap in joy when you clicked open to read this post. May 2018 be the best year you’ve had by far. 😀

Things That Annoys The Ikan Out of Me

Have you ever been in a situation when you simply wanna run your car over someone or you would just want to put a knife through someone’s gut? Okay, not so violent la . But, most of us have those instances when tiniest of things would annoy the fish out of our sane selves.

You see, as much as I’m not a very choosy or particular person (I’m very low maintenance like that laa),  I’m so easily annoyed that I can even write a blog post out of it. So, here it goes, some of my pet peeves, which you possibly (hopefully) could relate to as well :

1.Indecisiveness

It usually starts with ‘Where to eat?‘, ‘What to eat?‘ then to “Where to sit in the restaurant?’. Inside my head, I’m basically restricting myself from turning Hulk. I hate it when I have to walk 6000 steps before deciding on a makan place. I’d get silently very annoyed if people weigh their options too long (my time frame is 10 minutes max), before buying something. Although I almost always regret buying things without much consideration, I just don’t like when someone get too analytical before they buy or do something.

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My alter ego : Dey, just pick one! Please!

2. Mistake of Race, Religion, Ethnicity, Language

Ignorant Person A : Eh, you Malayalee right? Don’t celebrate Deepavali ah?

Ignorant Person B : I’m not Chinese, I’m Christian.

Ignorant Person C : My uncle’s neighbour got married to an English woman last week. I’m Eurasian now.

Ignorant Person D : You know how to speak Indian ah? Yes, I even speak tosai and chutney. 

To the above people, sorry, but you should’ve paid more attention to Standard 2 Moral Studies. Not too late, still can use Google to find out about these.

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It’s not rocket science is it?

3. Basic Linguistic Mistakes

I get very annoyed reading when  the words like you’re, your, life, their, there, they’re, live, life – are used in the wrong context. You see, I’m not like the Goddess of English Grammar (I judge correctness of language by how it sounds, if sounds okay means correct la). But sometimes it’s like people don’t even bother to correct themselves with these words. Another thing that annoys me is when UTPians type/write University Teknology Petronas, or Universiti Technology of Petronas.

TOLONG LA! It’s Universiti Teknologi PETRONAS or Universiti Teknologi Petronas. Simple, right? If you insist to translate a proper noun, then I’d humbly like to request you to translate your Indian name in English and Malay respectively. Can ah?

4. When The Mister is Happy* (whilst I’m not having fun)

Yes, you read that right. You see, I’m generally a very nice person *clears throat*. Unless you’re my boyfriend and you’re having fun while I’m busy getting my assignment done. It makes me oh-so-annoyed, that I’d turn into this girlfriend from hell.

Okay, maybe that didn’t come across too well? Let me put it like this. When you’re really really attached to this person, you tend to think that your life is integrated with theirs. Which means, if you’re up all night studying, you’d expect him to live the bore life too? I’m being overly honest here, aren’t I? Fine, I’ll say it. I kinda get annoyed if people have some fun without me. *pulls up blanket to hide the shame*

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When I’m not in the Happy Equation 😛

5. People Throwing Rubbish Out of Their Cars

If only I had the courage of a knight, I’d chase down every idiot who throws rubbish out of their vehicles whilst on the road, and knock them on their dumb heads. But like a true millennial, I don’t try to act heroic and all. I just tweet and whine about it on social media.  But like WHY! Can’t you wait till you reach your destination before you throw that tissue paper? Would that McDonald’s take away bag bite your ears if you kept them in the car before throwing into the dustbin later?

I don’t know why, but it’s almost always people with the more expensive vehicle who’re throwing rubbish out of their cars. I see it almost daily in MRR2 on my way to work. You idiots are one of the reasons of flash flood (but you, the one who’s reading this, I’d never call you an idiot, no! heee..)

As I sat down to write this, I thought I’d never go past #3. But here I am, full of emotions, actually feeling all the annoyance as I type this blog post out. Looks like my list of pet peeves is longer than I thought. Other things that annoy me include :

  • When people think I won a technical essay competition because my ‘English is good.’ or that I got an A for projects/reports because my ‘English is good’. Boo you for saying that to me! My heart cried a little, you know.
  • When people don’t let an immature driver like me to switch lanes

I think I’d better stop now before my keyboard gets annoyed with intense typing.

So, could you relate to any of these at all? Do let me know in the comments. 😀

Credit : A tiny part of the content of this blog post was the brainchild of The Mister who’s the future author of a possibly bestselling book entitled ‘Ultimate Guide to Annoy Your Girlfriend’.