Today is a day of happiness :)

Earlier this morning I sat for my English paper. We had Paper 2. The questions were like crap but I think I managed to answer every question. After I was done writing for Paper 2, I still had twenty minutes left so I decided to take a short nap...

And I dreamed of baking. I was lovingly icing what seemed like yummy chocolate buttercream icing on a light, fluffy chocolate cake. Haha. I told Ash about my dream and she said it's probably a sign...that I should bake more. Actually, I do plan to bake (again) this weekend. And this time, I don't plan to bake cupcakes. Maybe a chocolate cake, or something else. But definitely not cupcakes. I'm starting to get sick of them haha.

I baked these, yesterday :)


This has got to be my favourite cupcake recipe (yet). The texture is really, really light and fluffy and oh it's like taking a bite out of a cloud. I gave one to Ezleen, Ash, and Atasha :)

After recess, I sat for Paper 1 of English, and I have to say the topics we had to write on were very interesting. The first one was compulsory and we had to write a letter to the newspaper on our views on the construction of a new hotel in our village and how it's going to benefit the villagers. I'm not sure if the place Tanah Merah exists? Haha.

For the second essay, I took some time to choose between the five topics given. So after having a mini battle in my mind between "Books" and "Good Grades Determine Success in Life. Do You Agree?", I decided to choose the latter. I was like, hell yeah! Finally there's something significant to write about in a test!

So yeah, the title...no wait, more like the question, was Good grades determine success in life. Do you agree? And I was like, heck no. I have my own reasons to say that no, good grades do not determine success in life. I mean, of course, there are some people out there who might go, of course good grades determine success in life! What is this kid, a moron?! But I don't really mind if some people were to object. It's only my opinion after all.

Anyway, I was so determined to complete my essay and I was in such a writing-rush. I was so focused on writing my essay that I was literally about to tear apart my answer sheets from pressing the pen down too much. I managed to finish the essay when my teacher was already collecting the papers haha. In the end my hand was stained with blue ink and the bulge where I rest my pen on my middle finger when I'm writing was swollen. Hahah.

Yesterday I found out that the school magazine is already out, so during recess this morning I decided to ask my teacher whether or not I can take a look at a copy, because I poured my heart and soul into that magazine. I then found out that I get to take home my own copy and my teacher wasn't even reluctant to do so! Hehehehe. That's one of the many benefits of being the head of graphics heheheh :P

When my teacher took out the magazine from the envelope, my eyes bulged and my face split into a huge, huge grin. There it was! And it was slowly making its way to my hands...and I held it! I kid you not when I say that the magazine truly is a beautiful one. I'm not trying to praise my own work, but what I saw was just...it was perfection. I didn't think it would turn out that nice, but the magazine is just perfect. Even though the colour ran a bit from the actual designs, the magazine still looks divine. When I flipped through the pages, the quality of the images and whatnot is just amazing! I gotta thank the printer for this :)

I brought Atasha along with me and she even shared the excitement with me! We were both grinning like weird clowns. But me? I couldn't stop grinning for like the entire period of recess. I was really smiling and grinning so hard that I thought my lips were gonna tear at the edges haha. It was truly a moment of absolute satisfaction, to see the product of a whole year's worth of hard work. There were nights when I cried and banged the laptop and cursed at myself because the pressure was just too much, but all my sweat and tears really paid off. Designing the magazine is tough, but it's worth all the trouble.

And of course, I couldn't have done it without the help of the two editors, Carven and Anne! They've been such wonderful people and I was surprised that we got along great! I mean, I was the only Form 4 student among those two, they were both in Form 5. Sigh. I kind of miss working with them. Hehe.

All this just makes me realize that I want to keep my title as the head of graphics and that I want to produce something even better, if not just as good, than last year's magazine. I've already tasted what it feels like to have to bear so much weight on my shoulders and then to be hit by the sheer satisfaction of seeing the product of all the hard work, so I want to experience that kind of satisfaction again this year. Eh, technically it's early next year but you get the point. And this time, the satisfaction will be double. SPM results maaaa :)

I really hope I can produce something even nicer for this year's school magazine. And I hope that, in years to come, my schoolmates will remember me as the girl who had designed the school magazine for two years in a row :)

Ah, yes, the school magazine looks something like this;


:) :) :)

I really hope I can score at least 7A's in SPM too. I want to leave a mark in my school, and I wish for my teachers to remember me as their student :)

Ah, speaking of teachers, I was so touched, when my ustazah who taught me Pendidikan Islam when I was in Form 1 until Form 3, came to me while I was sitting on the stage carrying out my prefect duty. I wished her Assalamualaikum and then she came to me, laid her hand on my back in a motherly gesture, and said, "Iman apa khabar?". You have no idea how touched I was at that simple gesture. The fact that my ustazah even acknowledges me is so...I don't know how to express it. When she left, that's when I realized what had happened, and I wanted to cry because I was so touched. No teacher has ever asked me, apa khabar? I used to have this feeling inside me that my ustazah didn't really like me when I was in Form 1 and Form 2, because I wasn't really the most respectable student then. Not that I am now, but back then I used to be...unfavourable. I used to be rude and disrespectful towards my teachers -- no wonder my grades weren't so good. And when I was in Form 3, I changed and I was trying to be a better student. So then I started respecting my teachers, I started doing my homework, I started studying so that my grades would go up. And I guess, by respecting your teachers, you earn a lot more than you think.

Sigh. Sorry for the really long post. It's just that I'm so overwhelmed by the amazing things that have happened to me today and I just feel like I need to let it out. Phew. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to do some exercises for my Maths paper tomorrow.

Life is good. Life is really, really good. Without ALLAH by my side, none of this would have happened.