Kopi Kampung

Located along lebuhraya Sultanaha Bahiyah.
Rating: 6/10
Price: 8/10
Ambience: 7/10
Status: Recommended




Laichikang: very nice. Has loads of treasures in it.


Kopi Kampung: keeps you awake for 3 days straight, no kidding!


Jus Nepal: I wonder if it smells like the immigrants as well (not being racist here. Who knows, they might actually smell better than me).


Thai-influenced desserts are also available.


Enjoying my laichikang.


Relics that they place around the resto to create the retro ambiance. The background music are all from the 70s and below.


Tomyam campur: hot, sour, so so.


Steamed groupa: fresh and delicious.


Kangkung belacan: not enough belacan.


Telur dadar: too damn oily. Thank God my eating partner can eat this alone.

Monday night question

It has been awhile since all this started, occurred, happened. It really does mystify me, why are you so cold towards me. Where did I go wrong? What did I do? What changed?

Is it because I graduated and landed myself a [proper] job?

Is it because more eyes are looking at me although I tried my level best not to be in the center of attention?

Is it because I have changed to be more forgiving, more humble?

What is it that you hate about me?

OR, what is it that makes you so envious of me?

I really can't change the situation right now.

Something has to change, or shall I appropriately say, SOMEONE has to change.

Y.O.U

The difference

I'm towards the end of my current posting now and oh yeah, it changed my views on Medicine, like seriously.

I used to be afraid and worried that I won't perform well in Medical posting as I am really not a medical person. I am a more hands-on person, more surgical. More, what is there, is there. Not a person that loves to solve puzzles, like the scenarios that usually occurs in medical departments.

But a whole lot of my views changed throughout this almost 4 months that I am here. Honestly, I am beginning to like medicine. Like yeah, seriously.

One of the many reasons that I like medicine is because of the bosses. Yeah, the bosses here are kinda cool and acceptable. What I meant by acceptable is that they (most of them, at least) really do appreciate your opinions and the things that you do. In fact, they love to hear your input so that they can teach you more if you are less knowledgeable in that field.

The bosses treat you like friends, that's nice. Really, it just boosts your confidence in so many ways possible. And yeah, no matter how friendly they are, you just know that they are still your boss, and you respect them, nevertheless.

The other thing in medicine that I like most is that you are allowed to be really hands on. Like for reals, I thought that surgical was procedures, procedures, and procedures, which is true by the way. But most of the procedures are done by the bosses and as a HO, you can't do much but assist. And only that, assist. But in medical, you are allowed to give it a try, of course under the supervision of the bosses. And yeah, once again, that pushes your confidence to a whole new level.

Well, I don't know. I still have a few more days left before I end this post, God willing.

Seriously, I am kinda missing it already.

Exactly!

Puteri Diyana

Puteri Diyana, nama mu indah sekali. Sering disebut-sebut teruna yang ingin menjadikan diri mu milik mereka. Suara mu bang buluh perindu, di mimpi-mimpi. Cerah gebu kulit mu, bagai sang puteri rembulan yang menghiasi bumi. Mata mu menambat jiwa yang menenungmu.

Bertudung litup, kamu ayu dipandang. Gerak geri mu lemah longlai walau kamu dalam kesibukan kerja. Kamu masih tetap mampu mengekalkan sifat kewanitaan kamu itu. Kamu menjadi idaman sang teruna dan menjadi contoh si dara.

Tapi bukan aku. Maaf Puteri Diyana,aku tak ingin langsung menjadi seperti kamu.

Mengapa?

Kerana hati mu. Hati mu begitu hitam Puteri Diyana. Kamu tidak malu mengata benda yang kamu sendiri tidak tahu, tidak mengenali. Kamu mengata pasal aku. Tapi Allah itu Maha Adil dan Saksama. Kamu telah memberitahu kawan kamu tentang aku. Tetapi kamu tidak tahu bahawa kawan kamu itu, adalah kawan ku jua.

Kamu kata aku sombong? Kerana aku tidak menegur kamu sewaktu kamu baru masuk ke department itu sebagai seorang first poster. Puteri Diyana, aku tak semestinya perlu tegur semua orang. Itu bukan tugas aku. Tugas aku adalah menyelamatkan pesakit, bukan menegur kamu. Tapi aku tak salahkan kamu kerana memang ramai yang kata aku sombong. Kemudian, mereka mengaku bersalah dan meminta maaf kepada aku kerana apa yang mereka sangka, jauh berbeza dari diri ku yang sebenarnya.

Kamu kata aku malas. Puteri Diyana, aku tak pernah sama ward dengan kamu. Bagaimana kamu tahu aku malas? Tidak mengapa. Kamu sendiri pandai menilai. Jika aku malas, dalam mata mu, malaslah jadinya. Tapi aku cuma mahu kamu tahu bahawa, jikalau betul aku malas, mengapa boss2 dari department lain, amat percaya pada aku jika aku sendiri beritahu mereka bahawa aku akan attend patient dahulu atau buat procedure itu dahulu, tanpa perlu mereka datang. Kerana Puteri Diyana, mereka percaya pada aku. Kerana aku telah banyak melakukan procedures and attend to patients STAT. Malah, apa plan aku untuk patients sekarang, boss continue sahaja, tanda setuju.

Aku kesian pada kamu Puteri Diyana.

Amat kasihan pada kamu.

HO survival kit: There is no such thing as freedom of speech.

I believe that your own page/blog space is your own private territory. You are allowed to express anything that your heart feels. Things that you can't say outside the world wide web, as if you were to say those things out there, they will penalize you for sharing what you think.

Truth be told, there are people who likes to read your blog. Problem is, these people aren't happy that you are expressing your feelings here. Trouble will be on the way to find you once you say something bad (although it is the hardcore truth) about them. Aren't we supposed to be open to comments and make ourselves better based on the comments thrown to us?

Weird, once you are here, your voice and opinions are trapped. If you are daring enough, it is off with your head!

Sometimes, I hope there are more people like Tun M. He thinks far.

My second job

Wanna take a guess?

Apple pie my way. No recipes required.

Just core them apples and put them in the pan, +margarine, +cinnamon stix, +brown sugar. Cook.



Made from plain flour, margarine, H20. Made with L.O.V.E



Meantime, check on them apples. Eemmm.... smells fantabulous!



Put the baby to sleep for 30mins. But you have to stay awake. Lullaby not needed.



The first try: tastes great, looks wrong.



The second coming: P.E.R.F.E.C.T

I love things that come in packages (be it big or small)

I know this is long overdue to post this on the blog huhuhuh....



I almost wanted to count how many cats are in this card and categorize them as well X_x



Shadi, gimme pictures that you promised :P



Purely happy :)



Caught me off guard.











Owh yes, that is Papa Vellu !!