Hello, my name is Dian Farhana
Friends call me Dian. Colleagues/teachers/faci/strangers prefer calling me Farhana.
I don’t why, they just do. -.-
For me? I’m fine with both, really. (:
I have a lot of nicknames; some are too embarrassing to state down.
Well, I’m officially legal as of 8 February 1992. Nothing to brag off actually.
Yes, it sure sounds sexciting and I do anticipate for this special day.
But once it’s over, it’s over. My life goes on, still the same every single day. -.-
I’m taking a diploma in RP majoring in Sports and Leisure management.
This may not be my first choice but still, I am really glad I get into this course.
I shall live my hopes on seeing my one and only idol, Usain Bolt.
Yes, I’m a big fan of him because I go “wow” when I see him runs and I go “oooh~” when he wins. :p
Oh well, it was just a wish. I hope it would come true though. :D USAIN BOLT, please visit Singapore, pretty please with millions cherries on tops.
One word, nine letters to describe myself.
I’m different; metaphorically though.
I’m different in a way that I have my own mindset and my thoughts, my belief; my thinking is different from others.
I guess I belong to the minority groups that think the same way as I do.
I think I am anti-social.
Honestly, I’m not a person who mingles with strangers and hit off with them like polaroid instantly.
I am quiet when I’m alone. But once I’m with a bunch of crazy friends around me, be prepared to see me being crazier than them.
I don’t like noisy places or worse, crowded places.
I just have this feeling that everyone is staring at me and that is scary.
I pity my parents most of the time because they are usually pressured whenever we are dining out.
I am born to be stubborn. That’s something you have to bear with me.
I want things to go my way. I am extremely determined to achieve what I want and it must happen.
I am very demanding. Try go against me, I’ll give you a triple worse attitude. Wanna give it a try?
I am egoistic, that I can’t deny. I always wanted to win. But sometimes (rarely). I would relent; that’s when you guys are lucky though.
I don’t like people who use profanities.
I can’t stand people saying it even though it’s once in a while.
But sometimes, I do say it too. :p But I’ll regret and smack my mouth.
I rarely feel angry. I guess that’s the only positive thing I am proud of myself.
But once I do, I’ll go extremely superbly quiet.
I guess I’ve learnt it since I was small to always keep my mouth shut.
That’s why it’s hard for me to console people who are angry with me.
Oh, but at the same time I am a rebel person too. Contradicting, I know.
But I would only rebel when things doesn’t go my way.
I rebel in my quiet way. I may be quiet when I am angry but I rebel at the same time. Get it?
I’m patient. Patience with limits. Be friends with me and you‘ll know how high my patience is.
Im not perfect.
And there’s still more weakness in me which I’ve yet to reveal.
Despite all these imperfections, I have a fair share of my strength in myself.
But that is for you guys to judge me. Now enough about myself.
Meet my one and only boyfriend, Nadhir Osman.
♥ My one love, my one heart, my one life for sure.♥
22.02.2010, that’s the special date. And it is special to us somehow in terms of the numeric terms.
As cliché as it may sound, but he completes my life.
He’s my best friend, my best companion, my best advisor, my best everything.
He may not be the most perfect guy in every girl’s eye, but he is to me.
His imperfections are perfect enough to be my better half.
Our relationship may not be as those like in fairytales.
We live in a place called reality.
We’ve had our share of fights and arguments but we never let them get us down.
How much I love him, why do I love him..it’s better left unsaid.
Just so all of you know, HE knows, that I love him truly; always and forever, eternity and beyond.♥
Friday, March 13, 2009
[ 11:57 PM ]
i have lots to type here. so bear with my long-winded story.
first, lets start with the enrolment thingy. supposedly to go at 12. but thanks to my mum colleagues, who was so self-centred, and pentingkan their bloody tummy. so we finally off to rp at 2. took taxi. and yes, rp is definitely not as crowded as first day. should i say, its almost empty? haahah. but good la, nobody see me taking my ezlink photo, which i think look so kental coz i had to clipped up my hair.(??!!) and, i can't apply the mendaki thing coz my parents salary is above the requirement. so i had to pay $1050 every half year. pathetic kaaaaan. and then, off to laptop room. bought acer brand. lightweight. costed $1550. HAHAHAAH. my mum face at that moment was another clon of "the hulk". HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. k, i feel bad la actually. i mean she really spent alot of money on me. the bedroom set(i didn't ask for it), school fees, allowance and moooore. urgh. wished i could find a job, immediately, so tat i could help her abit.
well, okay so while queueing up to pay my laptop.. someone called. tot it was from kfc or someplace that i applied for jobs. and, true enough it was. but its the job i've been dreading for. nope, not kfc. haha. model agency. pffffffffft. and guess what? they are looking for PRINCESS TV COMMERCIAL. they must be joking. tsk tsk. me, princess? jauh langit dengan bumi. lagi jauh agaknye! and since my mum was there, i can't say no. and i will be having interview tmr. pathetic siaaaal. tk perna mimpi siol nk keje camtu. bleh tk aku menangis?! urgh. asal la aku tkder mak yg tk suke anak masok modelling. sheesh. ni la dunia kn. urgh.
next, after the enrolment and all, went home. but i janji to meet up with her, to buy cap for her brother. so yeah, reached home, put laptop, den out again. went j8 den amk hub. cannot tahan to go far la. so tired already. bought, and home by...almost 1o i think?
k, im very tired. i guess its not that long-winded eh? haha. sorry. but i've got no energy to type grandma story here. haha.