Skip to main content

MC come, MC go

The deed is done.

Driver is coming to pick me up to go to KLIA soon.

Johor Bahru, your prodigal son is coming home...

Comments

ADIEJIN said…
Medic Cert ? Me Coming ? Man Come ? Mara College ? .. don't worry bout it, it's my hunger pang. Makes me very the dungu..
Abdullah said…
Hehehehe...

No worries man.. I almost umderstood what you said, which means my hunger pangs are doing the same thing..
ChUcK SaGaCiOuS said…
gosh....wat was dat?...
nway we missed mr abdullah already...
(Did we???)...no class 2day was
like hell...we want class...we want class...haha
Princess Liyana said…
yea yea;)hehe...

It's good to be home, right Sir?;)
Abdullah said…
Syafiq,
I am touched by your unconvincing attempts to pull the wool over my eyes...a commendable effort.

Princess,
Home, sweet home...ahhhhhh....
ChUcK SaGaCiOuS said…
haha..no need that..jus makesure u come for lecture nxt week...damn craving 4 lecture...haha
azie said…
hikhik

u dah balik?
welcome

p/s: cheh, ai tak tau nak komen ape sbnrnya,ahaha
Count Byron said…
Son. Adiejin is a relative. Speak to him in your finest Kelantanese dialect. Ask him about Bachok, and more importantly about Kampung Rekang where we last lived before KB.
He is a great man who understood every single word you write, and more.

Selamat Berpuasa AJ, and selamat menyambut hari raya. Still in London?
Gukita said…
From far beyond, in the Eastern Territory beyond the horizon, some dewy eyed elders are waiting for the prodigal son too. Hope it wont be too long for the calling to be answered.
Abdullah said…
Dad,
1)That's the problem that I have now... It's been too long since I went back to Kelantan that my Kelantanese has fallen into disuse... Which was one of the reasons I found it harder and harder to communicate with the Kelantanese relatives...
Sometimes it is very frustrating for me...
2) How is Adie our relative?

Pakcik Ali,
Nice of you to drop by.. Do you still use your Blogger? I ask because the last post there is January 2008...
Gukita said…
Bang,
I have left Blogpot since then and migrated to Vox. http://razali.vox.com.
I find Blogspot more for serious bloggers. Initially I found mental sparring intoxicating but as workload pile up, it's sapping too much of my energy. Vox is more relax and have more facilities. Maybe I might have another go at Blogspot since my work pressure is considerably less now and I have a few things to release...just maybe

Popular posts from this blog

My first fast food experience ever

Growing up in the UK in the late 70s and 80s, it was almost impossible to get fast food that was halal. Definitely not like what it is today.

Back in the day, we lived in many different places when I was growing up, but I consider Bath to be my where I struck my roots.

As a kid you don’t really remember many things that were not within your immediate scope of experience. Everything was taken care of by your parents, and that is something I have go to remember again with my own children. Sometimes I expect them to be aware more of what is going on around them, but when I remember my own childhood, all we knew was we did what our parents told us, moved where they moved, went where they went etc.

Anyway, I’m rambling.

Back to what I was saying, It was literally impossible to get fast food, and all we could do was just imagine how the burgers would taste. Fries or chips was not too much of an issue because we were able to eat Fish and Chips, especially from Evans in the middle of town af…

Aku, Bini dan Ginger Beer

Aku haus...

Tekakku yang kering ini menginginkan rasanya yang menenangkan jiwa itu...

Perasaannya apabila ku menggenggam botol kacanya yang sejuk dan berwap-wap dan mengangkatnya keluar peti ais kecilku, perasaannya seperti seorang kanak-kanak Taman Keramat memegang aiskrim Malaysia 10sen pada hari yang panas membara...

Riang... Nikmat... Penantian yang menyiksakan, tetapi penantian yang lazat...

Dengan pergerakan yang perlahan seperti 'slow-motion' dalam sinetron Indonesia kegemaran surirumah-surirumah di Malaysia, muncung botol Ginger Beer kegemaranku mampir bibirku yang terketar-ketar sedikit, sehinggalah aku dapat rasa cecair yang sejuk membasahi tekakku...

Nikmat...

Sedap tidak terperi...

Aku menghulurkan kepada biniku, dan dia juga meneguk kenikmatan...

Aku menadah tangan meminta kembali Ginger Beer kesayanganku yang berjenama Bundaberg buatan New Zealand.

Saat itu tidak tiba-tiba...

Aku tertanya-tanya... Mata terkebil-kebil...

"Ni saya punya ya Bang..." ujar …

The Ones That Got Away : The sign

I couldn't believe it!

I actually managed to pass my Chemistry Finals!!! All the blood, sweat and tears that went into trying to understand my most hated subject finally paid off...
I held the result slip in my hand, not daring to let go... As if letting go would mean that I would let go of the pass that I had obtained.

I smiled.

We both knew we would finally be where we dreamed of the entire time we were in school... University. That magical place where dreams would be made into reality. That place where we could become all that we wanted to become... To start our journeys into adulthood, into the real world.

And so when we got our offer letters, it was with mixed feelings that I said goodbye to her... Part of me was sad because it meant going our separate ways, but part of me was excited to start a new chapter in my life... I guess it didn't make a difference back then, because I knew that in my heart of hearts, we would be together in the end, no matter how long or winding the r…