Second Story

It started when the family all sat down together and had a little discussion. It was about migrating. 'Ouh, NO!' I was stunt about that news. I was all worried. Worried much. What about friends,what about the environment, the people, and the fact that I was also going to stay in Malaysia for 5 years. OMG,i sigh.

So, the first day of school. It was hard, but wasn't as hard as I thought.ahahahha...it's funny. I was in 1 Ehsan. Pretty cool. All of them we speaking Malay which was not a norm for me. In my heart, I was like FML!.ahahah.sorry readers. I really have to say that. & the first person I got to know is Hamidah Nadhirah who is now apparently going to get married in days.ahahah..(and i would like to skip the figthing part with her),it is not me anymore.ahahah.old days are stupid being myself.ok, so, when it was english class,first period. As per norm, we would get to know each other first. Saying out our names,where do we come from and where do we stay in English. Shit! I was laughing out loud in my heart hearing the Malaysians speaking in English.AHAHAHA.funnnnneeeyyy...:P sorry peeps.

 So, when it comes to me, I was like my name is Nur Bazariah Binte Zakaria, I live in Taman Desa Vista and I come from Singapore. Suddenly, it was damn epic! Everyone turn 180 degrees and looked at me.ahahaha....I know right. Ya, stop looking at me, all of u are weirdoes.ahahahha. Seriously, I was like please dont look at me like that. Mrs. Chelvi doesn't believe me in the first place because she said I look like a Malaysian. ahaha. For goodness sake. Please eh! It's just because of the 'tudung' that I look like a Malaysian. Reason being all the 'tudungs' are the same.ahahha....ok...sorry.whats with the Malaysian thing..just joking around ok readers.

Then, it came to the life where I felt very happy to be back in Singapore. Strolling around like nobody's business. I felt HOME.

Ok,so a little bit of entertainment there. aahahha. After months there, I have got to know my friends, boyfriends,girlfriends and the teachers...I felt cool. So the story continues when I am in Secondary 2.to be continued.

Wrote with love.

First Story

I was born on the 11th of March 1990. Indeed, I was only 6 months and a half. A premature baby.(Y) hahas. Grew up in a very loving family. I wish I have a choice of not growing up, have no worries about my own future, my parents future and etc. At the age of 8, I will always play under blocks with my 2 siblings, Salleh(Elder Bro) & Fazir(Younger Bro). They were my companions. A very good one.(: I grew up with boys,and till at the age of 12, my friends were all boys. They were cool,boys are cool. After PSLE(Primary School Leaving Examination), my family and I migrated to Malaysia. Thats when the journey starts............(: to be continued.