Today is a tiring day. I'll do a P6 grade entry for today, readers. Pardon the crappy content. If you're not close to me, you probably won't even know what I'm talking about.

7am: Asked around school if anybody still had the edusave form which was to be handed in on 16th January - well, I've always delayed things for as long as I possibly could, what.

8am: Joked around with Sophia in English lesson. For our English presentation, we both stood up, to vocalize our opinions about the topic - The 5 Things We'd Keep and Throw, for our exercise of the week, a hot air balloon expedition through our imagination. After we both stood up, Mr Glover asked our group, the Tenacious Cockroaches, (LOL!) why not the guys give presentation a try? So we both sat down dejected. Drama mamas roll together, yeah!

9am: Sat with the collar girls, for Mathematics class. Imah and Lina were concentrating on their maths sums while SJ (Suare Jantan/Syeerah Jane), KL (Kuala Lumpur/Kechiq Lagunda) and NB (Natasha Bedingfield/ Nana Begok) talked about teenage loves, and about our relationships - past and present tense. I'm sorry about Ajan, Sophia bby. Hope you guys patch up soon, ok? Takmo lah bersedih-sedih.

"If nothing lasts forever, what makes love an exception?"

10am: Was having recess. Ate from ten different plates altogether. Best of all? I didn't even buy any of it! *Laughs*

11am: Was having a D&T test. None of us studied for it! Luckily I passed, just by 1/2 marks. *Rolls eyes*

12nn: Waited for the other SS students to come to the AVA room. This is the lesson I enjoyed the most for the day. We learnt about the crisis in Sri Lanka, how children younger than us were brainwashed and made into soldiers, how it all started with the government - it was a very interesting lesson indeed. Too bad Iffah, Sophia and I were too busy chatting with each other about the reason for Ms Kwok's bad mood to really pay attention to the lesson.

Aleh-aleh AJ berbaik dengan aku pulak hari ni. Should I apologise tot her, or wait for her to apologise? I hate this.

1pm: Had CE lesson, where we had to do a quiz to see whether we had internal or external locus of control within us - it was nothing new, really, since we bought the 7 Habits of Effective Teens book at Sec 1.

2pm: Oh God. I really feel bad for Sophia. She keeps on getting on the wrong foot of people. Blog pun dah kene spam dengan orang takde kerje. Ni lah, Sophia. Nak confront Shasha kat sekolah, kene confronted dengan Ika Baby pulak. Grr. I hate fights. Not gonna comment anymore. If you weren't there, that's your own problem, right?

Sent Sophia to Jurong East. My favourite phrase of this hour? "Ika Primary 6, (Sophia) I Sec 1, (Nana) I Sec 2!".

3pm: In the train with darling Jolynn. Chatted about schoolmates and relationships. It's nice to have a girl talk once in awhile.

4pm: Looked around Konikuniya awhile for her Japanese magazines, manga and so forth. My favourite phrase of this hour? "Eh, how come still got my angpao money?"

5pm: Walked back and forth from Takashimaya and Wisma Atria's Mango boutiques. Finally picked out one (How pathetic is that?) top and setted off for Jurong Point for our dinner.

6pm: Just finished out my meal. Chatted about relationships again, this time about our personal experiences. Love hurts, but it's all part and parcel of growing up, do you agree?

This brings me to a quote my tuition teacher once said: *Asks my tuitionmate* "Do you have a girlfriend? No? Are you looking for one? Yes? It's better to not have one but still interested ... if you tell me you're not interested ... something wrong one." Haha!

7pm: Reached home. Brother was making a Hotmail account for mother.

8pm: Showed brother my new top. Father menyebok and said, "Ni lah yang cantik bagi kau? Senang-senang bogel kan?" What made it even more infuriating for me was that I was actually thinking of Mak when I bought the top, and was looking for something that wouldn't anger her. Seems like I can't please everybody. Buying a tube tomorrow. *Groans*

Now: I'm too lazy to do my homework now. Calling Sophia bby later on at night. How many more people are going to ask me for help with their literature homework? Chey ... kembang.

Born on 11th January, in the year 1994, this girl, born to Noordin and Sariah, was given the name Nordiana, which meant Candle Light in Arabic. With a name bearing such a romantic meaning, *coughyourheadcough*, it is no wonder that Nordiana is a esotric romantic. However romantic the meaning of her name may be, though, she does not appreciate anyone calling her by full. She'd rather her friends refer to her as Diana, Nona, Nana or Supernona instead. If you are, or would like to be, her friend, please take note of the last sentence.

Anyway, she is currently 14 years old, and taking a break from studying at Pioneer Secondary School. She is in the class 2Serve7, and is enjoying herself very much there - if only there weren't any of those pesky teachers around! She enjoys sports, and doing reckless things that makes her have muscle cramps afterwards. That's why she's in her school's Netball club. The reckless things refer more to the people in it, rather than the sport, if you get what I mean. *Winks* She's also involved in her neighbourhood's CC, as one of the in-charges for the Netball team formerly known as Jarrfrends. However, they're in the midsts of changing their team name. Hopefully they get around to doing it soon.

However typical she may be, from reading this short description of her life, she isn't, when you meet her face to face. Her friends, however few the true ones may be, describe her as hyperactive, jovial and just plain tak tahu malu when they first met her. As time goes on, it's plain to see that although everyone has a few secrets of their own, this girl has more than just a few.

What, did you think I was going to expose them all here? Idiot!

But enough of the bitter and sentimental things. On to the more pleasant and joyful matters!

Born early on in the year, she's almost always the oldest of her peer groups. However, that doesn't mean she acts the most matured! In fact, she really dislikes people who try to act like something they aren't. If you're young, act your age! Youth isn't something that comes four or five times in your life - it's only once! Live it to the full.

That's what she's doing, anyway. Living her life to the full, so that she won't have any regrets when she's old and weary. She doesn't think of the consequences, and she lives for the moment. She believes in the phrase carpe omnioum, which literally means 'Seize it all', and tries to live by it, as much as she possibly can. Anyway, talking about living life to the full, she also believes that everyone, be they good, or be they bad, deserves love.

Love isn't something that you have to earn, it's just there, for you to take, appreciate, and share. To share love, and to be loved, are two of the best feelings in the world - that's what Diana thinks, anyway. That's why she's spreading the love, with her great boyfriend, Wira. Well, at least she isn't treating him like the fool that she was years back. Hopefully, they'll make it to the one year mark, and beyond. :)

Hope. Hope is a word that could hold a thousand different meanings to other individuals in the world. For some, it's the reason they live. For some, they depend on it to live. For some, it doesn't exist. For Diana? It's the very existence of Hope that makes her who she is. Not everything can be done with sheer power, alone. You'd need help, you'd need support, you'd need the will to do it in the first place. For everything else, there's Mastercard.

Wait, ignore that!

Well, what else should I tell you guys, that you guys don't know yourselves? Well, I'm a sucker for heart wrenching romantic films, and I absolutely adore horror movies - the types that can make you scream out loud in theaters! I absolutely despise 'Screamer' flashes - you know, the ones where you stare into the screen for a few seconds, and all of a sudden, a random screaming ghosts comes out at you full force? We've all experienced it, and I hated every God-darned second of it.

I also love classic literature, as the works are so pure, and so beautifully written, that for a moment, you could just forget that it's a book, a written work, and tears start streaming out of your eyes, drop by drop. Don't ask me if that's happened to me or not - it's happened countless times. Well, at least I don't do it on the train. Just imagine some crazy old lady reading a book, maybe mushy-ly titled 'Henry and Henrietta's Incest Love' or something, and suddenly sobbing out loud in the train. Well, sure as hell that won't be me!

Cuz' when I'm old, I'm gonna be operating a ride in a circus, just you guys watch out for me. :)

Last updated: 9th November, 9.04pm.

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