Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Worst thing

After a long tiring clinic, i would love to have a nice place to go back too...
But sadly, when i step into my hostel, the ONLY thing i can smell is rubbish rotting smell...
I could not accept it...
The housemate that are on duty are at his room and only God know what he doing...
the WHOLE house is smelly...
this week is his duty to clean the rubbish...
not the first time he miss it and need reminder...
he might be a future dentist..
how can this be...
His father once said to me how professional can have such an attitude when the previous housemate took one or two day longer to move their things our of the room (they from sarawak)...
I could not think of this kind of father teach this kind of son...
Please la housemate...
there is no maid to do all these job...
I very sad to have this kind of housemate...

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Farewell....

On the last sunday night, we had a farewell dinner at Hadramawt Yemeni Restaurant
It was a arabic food cause my lecturer is a arabian.
It was a nice dinner before he leave and go back to Australia.
That dinner total 26 people and it cost about RM1000++
It was costly but good to try once...





that very big...

this is the sauce for the big 'roti canai'


All kind of meats... 

the tea...
This tea cost RM12...
when the tea finished, i ask the waiter add hot water and he look and me in a weird manner...
too use to Chinese style..


Lamb fried rice...
it cost RM 25 if not mistaken...

this chili sauce cost RM3...

this two desert cost RM15 each... 
the ice-cream they use and normal ice-ream only...


this arabic desert taste weird...
banana something...

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Forgiveness

Sorry for stepping over the line and ruining everything...
Sorry for doing things without realizing that it would cost our friendship...
Please forgive me...



Pencil: I'm sorry
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry cos you get hurt bcos of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.
Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad. 

I might be the pencil this time but I hope u could be the eraser this time...
sorry...