hello :)
this is the second blog that i wish to proceed with. since the last one was full of crap, nonsence and it even created a fight between me and mi amor, so i decided to start everything over. clean slate.
first off, to those who dont really know me (fz), maybe you should read this.
i was born in kuala lumpur on 21st november 1994. grew up with two lovely parents who's always taking pictures of their first born, me :) both of them worked hard to make my life as comfortable as can be.
in 1999, my parents and i plus another baby in my mum's belly moved to ipoh perak due to dad's transfer from klcc to utp.
started my early years getting to know abc and 123 at ipoh international school. after passing reading, writing, counting, speaking with much pride, i entered sk convent ipoh. i just wish i would get back in time to enter elementry school all over again. nothing to worry, everything was just a piece of cake.
i took everything seriously back then, tuition after tuition everyday, finishing booklets after booklets. my grandmother even said i'm an ultimate book worm (still am) cz i would never go anywhere without anything to read. i was active in sports, held every post in each clubs i was in. even the teachers love me (those were the days) but the only thing that's been bugging me each day was the fact that my dad was working in jeddah for about 2 years. all we did was webcamed and chat online. my classmates see their dad each day, tell them everything there is to knw face to face. me? i have to wait for his call and then we'll talk for like .. 3/4 minutes, i anticipate the festive seasons so that he would be home. between me and my brothers, i was the one closest to him. so there was one kid stated that 'alaa. ayah tyra syg tyra. semua boleh' pffft.is there any dad in this world who doesnt love his daughter? is there any dad that wouldnt want to fulfill his daughters dreams and wishes? ofcourse he would try his best to do anything he could.
then, when i entered high school. things were different, it went from easy peasy cheesy to seriously complicated. i turned from a good ol girl, to a bad ass chick. i missed so many classes, i climbed over gates, i scratched teacher's cars, i entered the principal's office a few times. got yelled at by so many teachers. so it's clear i did so many things i shouldnt have done, i broke so many rules that i should have obeyed. that was what happened, whats done is done. so now lets move on ..
my pmr results were not as good as others. yet im still grateful with what i received. it was just my luck to enter a good class. still, even with all the smart, matured kids around me .. i was one of the childish among them. the bad things i did decreased, but i still broke some rules. come on, i'm only human .. rules are meant to be broken. i dont believe that everyone is a saint.
in the end of 2010, my mum told me about her lateral transfer to kl. suprisingly, i didnt react how people assumed i should have. i kept my mouth shut and thought a way of telling my relatives, my friends and my boy. after awhile, i did what i have to.
on my first day of the new school, everything went well. i feel so welcomed, people here were so friendly even before i had the chance to sit. there was one question that made me feel a bit awkward. this girl asked 'are you one of those rich people?' ofcourse i would said NO. come on, whoever the hell who would have said yes is a lunatic.
i entered the class each day trying to imagine how it would be if i was still in convent. things are different, wayy different. im not complaining, im not regretting anything. sometimes i wish i could have two lifes. one with my family, new place, new school. and another with all those who i love and care so much about.
this is the second blog that i wish to proceed with. since the last one was full of crap, nonsence and it even created a fight between me and mi amor, so i decided to start everything over. clean slate.
first off, to those who dont really know me (fz), maybe you should read this.
i was born in kuala lumpur on 21st november 1994. grew up with two lovely parents who's always taking pictures of their first born, me :) both of them worked hard to make my life as comfortable as can be.
in 1999, my parents and i plus another baby in my mum's belly moved to ipoh perak due to dad's transfer from klcc to utp.
started my early years getting to know abc and 123 at ipoh international school. after passing reading, writing, counting, speaking with much pride, i entered sk convent ipoh. i just wish i would get back in time to enter elementry school all over again. nothing to worry, everything was just a piece of cake.
i took everything seriously back then, tuition after tuition everyday, finishing booklets after booklets. my grandmother even said i'm an ultimate book worm (still am) cz i would never go anywhere without anything to read. i was active in sports, held every post in each clubs i was in. even the teachers love me (those were the days) but the only thing that's been bugging me each day was the fact that my dad was working in jeddah for about 2 years. all we did was webcamed and chat online. my classmates see their dad each day, tell them everything there is to knw face to face. me? i have to wait for his call and then we'll talk for like .. 3/4 minutes, i anticipate the festive seasons so that he would be home. between me and my brothers, i was the one closest to him. so there was one kid stated that 'alaa. ayah tyra syg tyra. semua boleh' pffft.is there any dad in this world who doesnt love his daughter? is there any dad that wouldnt want to fulfill his daughters dreams and wishes? ofcourse he would try his best to do anything he could.
then, when i entered high school. things were different, it went from easy peasy cheesy to seriously complicated. i turned from a good ol girl, to a bad ass chick. i missed so many classes, i climbed over gates, i scratched teacher's cars, i entered the principal's office a few times. got yelled at by so many teachers. so it's clear i did so many things i shouldnt have done, i broke so many rules that i should have obeyed. that was what happened, whats done is done. so now lets move on ..
my pmr results were not as good as others. yet im still grateful with what i received. it was just my luck to enter a good class. still, even with all the smart, matured kids around me .. i was one of the childish among them. the bad things i did decreased, but i still broke some rules. come on, i'm only human .. rules are meant to be broken. i dont believe that everyone is a saint.
in the end of 2010, my mum told me about her lateral transfer to kl. suprisingly, i didnt react how people assumed i should have. i kept my mouth shut and thought a way of telling my relatives, my friends and my boy. after awhile, i did what i have to.
on my first day of the new school, everything went well. i feel so welcomed, people here were so friendly even before i had the chance to sit. there was one question that made me feel a bit awkward. this girl asked 'are you one of those rich people?' ofcourse i would said NO. come on, whoever the hell who would have said yes is a lunatic.
i entered the class each day trying to imagine how it would be if i was still in convent. things are different, wayy different. im not complaining, im not regretting anything. sometimes i wish i could have two lifes. one with my family, new place, new school. and another with all those who i love and care so much about.
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