The deed is done.
Driver is coming to pick me up to go to KLIA soon.
Johor Bahru, your prodigal son is coming home...
Driver is coming to pick me up to go to KLIA soon.
Johor Bahru, your prodigal son is coming home...
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…
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…
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No worries man.. I almost umderstood what you said, which means my hunger pangs are doing the same thing..
nway we missed mr abdullah already...
(Did we???)...no class 2day was
like hell...we want class...we want class...haha
It's good to be home, right Sir?;)
I am touched by your unconvincing attempts to pull the wool over my eyes...a commendable effort.
Princess,
Home, sweet home...ahhhhhh....
u dah balik?
welcome
p/s: cheh, ai tak tau nak komen ape sbnrnya,ahaha
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?
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...
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