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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...

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Eddie Putera said…
Medic Cert ? Me Coming ? Man Come ? Mara College ? .. don't worry bout it, it's my hunger pang. Makes me very the dungu..
September 16, 2008 at 4:18 PM
Abdullah Mohd Nawi said…
Hehehehe...

No worries man.. I almost umderstood what you said, which means my hunger pangs are doing the same thing..
September 16, 2008 at 11:50 PM
Syafiq Suraji 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
September 17, 2008 at 3:17 AM
Yana Ismail said…
yea yea;)hehe...

It's good to be home, right Sir?;)
September 17, 2008 at 9:02 AM
Abdullah Mohd Nawi said…
Syafiq,
I am touched by your unconvincing attempts to pull the wool over my eyes...a commendable effort.

Princess,
Home, sweet home...ahhhhhh....
September 17, 2008 at 9:19 PM
Syafiq Suraji said…
haha..no need that..jus makesure u come for lecture nxt week...damn craving 4 lecture...haha
September 18, 2008 at 1:56 AM
azie said…
hikhik

u dah balik?
welcome

p/s: cheh, ai tak tau nak komen ape sbnrnya,ahaha
September 19, 2008 at 5:40 AM
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?
September 19, 2008 at 10:58 PM
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.
September 20, 2008 at 6:22 PM
Abdullah Mohd Nawi 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...
September 20, 2008 at 8:17 PM
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
September 22, 2008 at 2:22 AM
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