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.♥
Thursday, October 22, 2009
[ 10:00 PM ]
I just realised I didn't update my blog for a week until yanyan tagged me in the tagboard. HAHA. Firstly, I want you guys to click that picture to enlarge it so that you can see it CLEARLY. HAHAHA. CHEATERS, YOU WIN THAT OK!
My class gerek la. HAHA. Know why? Because almost everyone play bejeweled blitz. The last class nobody play then like not fun. This class, they download me the cheat engine for me sammore. How to cheat? Find out yourself! :D
Let's start from the eve of deepavali. On the eve, that night my family went to Little India. For what? Just to join in the fun. LOL. Its extremely crowded but still cannot win the atmosphere of geylang during Hari Raya times. We bought practically nothing which is sort of lame. -.-
On deepavali, working. Omgaaaah. Its the first time I ever encounter such a crowd. Our shop which usually was empty and out of 17 tables, 3-5 tables is filled; but on that day, the crowd was so massive that we even run out of tables and chairs. That crowded ok. I tell you, I almost fainted at that moment. Lucky, on that day my job was only to take order which is the most relaxing job. Heh (:
Oh yes, my new hp spoiled. Ah good la, just a few days old, my itchy hand don't know press what, become spoil. Since it was still under warranty, sent it to repair. Guess what? It took 8 days to repair the damn it hp uh. And when we collected it, we tried the hp infront of the salesmen. It was not working but he said it is because the battery is low. We went home, tried to charge it but it is still not working. Yesterday, my parents came down to the place and talked to the salesman. And FUCK (pardon this), that bloody asshole (pardon again) didn't admit that he told us it was because of battery low. Instead, he pinpoint to me. He say its my fault. Ape lagi, My mum screamed at him uh. That was kind of embarrasing uh. But still, he's a jerk uh. After a long argument, we left the phone for repair again. So, just wait for it. If it happens again, that jerk seriously need some dog shit stuffed up at his mouth. So now what phone am I using? Iphone. Fuck this phone. Omg, I've got to stop using profanities.
Workplace is also being problematic. I was having a flu so I sms one of my colleagues and told him that Im sick. Obviously, people won't want to see someone with runny nose holding their plates with foos. Being such a fussy colleague, he asked for mc. Never in my working life as a PART-TIMER, was being asked for an mc. Told my mum and she msg-ed him. She asked if I was actually being paid if I were to produce an MC. His replied was that he need the mc as a prove that Im sick because it is hard to find staff last minute. Know what irritates me? Why is it that other part-timers can easily give some excuse last minute and able to get away from it, and he would ask me to replace them, But when I am sick, he gives a lot of excuses. Tsktsk. In the end, my mum brought me to a clinic and surprisingly, I get 2 days mc. Omg or what. HAHA. On that day jugak, my mum went to my workplace and meet my colleague one-to-one. She slam the mc on the table and tell him directly that I am seriously sick. My mum lol-ed all the way when she tell me how that guy's impression look like. HAHAHA.
Today, early in the morning, someone just have to spoil my mood. People, its ok when we already promised to meet a certain time, we reached late. I don't mind because me too, sometimes are late than the promised time. But, if it is too often, it gives a bad impression on the people who waits for you. Nobody likes to wait, am I right? So what makes you so special that we have to wait for you all the time? I would have left these kind of people uh. But today, its bad for me to left my friend alone, waiting for another party to come. So, whether I like it or not, I will wait with her. And of course, Im a person who keeps my anger within me. I will just be quiet. But when being asked, that's it, my anger all come out. Best la kan tunggu orang macam budak bodoh. BEST SEKALI.
Lastly, seriously eh, I need to put some video recorder or something on Fatin's laptop so I know what did she and my mum mengumpat about me. Wahlaoweii, how can like this. I also want to gossip. But everytime they gossip about me. Sammore, my mum tell the embarrassing moments about me. Tsktsk. Lucky Fatin is a girl. If she talk to a guy, especially HIM, I will sure run away from Singapore uh.