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Iman Nedhiera

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Intensely passionate about photography and other artsy fartsy farts. An avid nature-lover. Highly obsessed with sunny afternoons and evenings, funky-looking clouds, and sunsets. Deeply infatuated with all things old, vintage, and kitschy. Highly sentimental. An enthusiast in baking, photography, and music :)

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Saturday, December 31

1:00 AM

When you feel unappreciated and you feel spoiled rotten and suddenly the world isn't as friendly as it seems.

Friday, December 30

7:20 PM

I long for more days like this; when it's bright and sunny outside, the clouds are randomly scattered everywhere in the sky, and you can see the blueness of the sky when you look up instead of a huge blanket of white clouds blocking the sun's glory. I desperately want the sun again.

Anyway, my L license will most probably be done in a week, insyaAllah. Today I attended my remaining 3-hour practical class at the driving school and basically the instructor just showed me which parts of the car I should always check everyday. And during the last hour, the instructor taught me basic driving! I'm not sure if that was part of the class as well, but since I've had no experience in getting behind the wheel, he showed me the steps to handle the car. It was so cool!

So basically I was taught how to drive a manual car. Like how to change gears, when to press and release the clutch, control the steering wheel. I struggled at first, but I was exceptionally calm haha. There were times when I released the clutch in one go when I was supposed to release the clutch slowly and steadily, so as a result the engine died a few times and I had to restart the car again. I finally got the hang of it all after a few rounds around the circuit and gradually, I started getting used to the coordination of my hands and legs to control the car. It was pretty easy, I suppose, but then again it was just basic driving. I still haven't learned the three-point-turn, side parking, etc. But at least now I know how to drive a little :)

1:44 AM

An Instagram-ed iPhone snapshot.

Thursday, December 29

7:15 PM

Made some chocolate-cinnamon meringue cupcakes today. Grateful that they turned out perfectly! One of my biggest fears in baking is when you have to deeply whip egg whites until it appears creamy and stiff peaks are formed. Haha. It takes a lot of precision because if there's a bit of water on your utensils or there's a drop of egg yolk in the egg whites, they won't turn out how they should be :(

Thankfully my baking this time is a success! The recipe calls for a drizzle of chocolate ganache over those cupcakes but I omitted it haha. Too lazy. Plus, I like how the cupcakes look like with those cracks on top hahah.

Planning to bake more of these soon when my sister from Singapore and brother and sis-in-law from Miri return home. Weeeee :)

4:11 AM

4am popcorn snack ♥

Wednesday, December 28

1:38 AM

Admiring my new phone casing and feeling whimsical and artsy in pigtails, shorts, knee-length socks and an over-sized t-shirt. Liiiiiiiiiiife.

Tuesday, December 27

10:29 PM

"Wanita yang cantik itu adalah wanita yang tak jemu menuntut ilmu." -- Wardina. This woman is so inspiring :')

2:11 PM

I love this! I think red and dark chartreuse or olive green go really well together.

Monday, December 26

9:52 PM

This is probably my third post of the day (who the heck cares) but.....

I need my daily dose of my 5K Klassmates. I swear. Lately I've been lazing around at home that it's driving me nuts. I need to go out. See people. See my friends! I miss talking to them and laughing like mad monkeys with them. I really want to see them again but apparently no one's available :(

I really can't recall when was the last time I laughed really, REALLY hard. Like, SUPER HARD until my cheeks burn and my stomach aches. I miss that feeling.

Haih. If you think life after SPM is a bed of roses, well, it's not for everyone. Definitely not for me.

7:38 PM

Mama in her twenties looking gorgeous and beautiful in her vintage kebaya. The kebaya's in my closet now ;)

10:45 AM

If you were to relive any month of the year in 2011, which month would you pick and why?

Hmm, I would choose July. Or August.

Well, July was a very bittersweet month for me. One of the most dominant things that happened in that month was my Arts project haha. Unlike most of the art students, I started my project quite late. So I had to rush everything and on the first night I worked on it, I slept at 4am and went to school like a zombie afterwards haha. I'd also pick July because I actually managed to reconnect with my ex-classmates from my lower secondary classes so it felt good. Plus, I also got to make friends with new people! We'd be sitting in the Arts room, working on our projects, so naturally as time went on we got along pretty well.

Hmm, what else...well, July was also the month I discovered that I can actually come up with nice drawings, complete with realistic colours by using colour pencils. It was when I found out that colour pencils and I were meant to be together haha. It was also the month in which I discovered a band that can actually make me tear up everytime I listen to them. And that band is...OneRepublic :o I listened to that band while I was working on my Arts project, and at that time I was having one of the best moments in my life when I interacted with other people. So whenever I listen to that band now, I'd get reminded of the good times I had in July and they were one of the best moments I've ever had throughout the year.

Now, August. August was a really good month. It was great! Well, mainly because it's also Ramadhan that time haha. But August was no doubt a very good month. I was fasting, together with millions of other Muslims, and somehow I felt spiritually much closer to Allah. My time of the month apparently came really late so I managed not to skip any prayers, including Tarawih. I managed to follow my parents to the mosque nearly every night for Tarawih and I'd listen to the imam's soothing voice as he recited the Quran while we prayed. There was this one night when somehow everything just felt so beautiful. The imam's voice that night was surreally beautiful that I found myself ending up in tears at one point. And I liked the joy of going to the mosque at night after Isya' to perform the Tarawih. From time to time we would go to the old-school A&W near my house for some waffles and ice-cream after concluding our Tarawih prayers. It was lovely! Not only that, there was this one time when my sister brought home her roomie Hannah from Singapore, and Hannah even followed us to the mosque to watch us pray. After that, each and every member of the whole family, including Hannah, went to the A&W near my house for some late-night waffles and ice-creams. Mmm.

Hmm. I'd also want to relive August because that's when each and everyone of my family member were here in PJ, at home, together. And how can I forget the day before Eid, when us ladies had to sit in the kitchen with Mama, helping her cook her yummy rendang chicken and other decadence. I had the unfortunate task of slicing onions and shallots, and at one point the sting in my eyes due to those onions got so bad that i had to wear my brother's shades haha. Or else i would've been just sitting there sniffling and squinting my eyes in agony as the chemicals from the shallots and onions stung my eyes. August was great because I became even more serious about my religion, and it was also the turning point for me to beribadat more. Lol idk what the word in English is supposed to be :p

Oh yeah, August was also the time when the school had our solat hajat and majlis khatam al-Quran. My classmates and I managed to spend our time together at these religious events and we had soooooo much fun. And somehow, I even started looking forward to my tuition classes, especially Mr. Wee's chemistry classes. Haha, Mr. Wee. How can I ever forget him. Initially I found him as really strict and rather stuck up sometimes but as time went on I found him quite funny actually. His jokes were the kind where he doesn't even try to be funny, so it actually makes whatever he says even funnier haha. Oh, and how can I forget his sheer disgust towards the government. Haha. But all that humour aside, he's also the reason why I started loving, and also improving, in chemistry. My tuition classes with him really paid off as he was a very good teacher and the way he taught me was excellent.

Apart from that, well, I don't know. August was also the month i discovered Brian Crain's piano opus album, which I listened to throughout the month. Good music, I tell you. Oh yeeeaaahhhh! There was also this one time, nearing the end of the month, when my family and I watched Paranormal Activity 2 together. Haha that was one of the best moments I've had throughout the year because my whole family, even though some were absent from watching the movie, managed to spend some quality time together, which is really hard to get nowadays now that everyone's busy with their own lives *puppy dog face* :(((

I had my fair share of great times and good memories apart from July and August as well. There's been so much drama this year that it's insane! There were fights and conflicts and the not-talking-to-each-other periods and the jealousy and hatred and rumours and gossips and the shitload amount of work and whatnot. I can honestly say that 2011 was a great year, even better than 2010 even. So much drama, but i still had so much fun with my classmates around. I think if it weren't for my Klassmates, my senior year in secondary school would be a boring one ._.

2012 is coming in just a few days and I'm not sure I'm ready to let go of 2011 yet. Like I said, you know, so many good things happened this year and I'm filled with so many bittersweet memories. But life goes on. It'd be pointless to move on to a new year only to carry your old bad habits with you. So that is why I hope I'll improve myself as a person and as a Muslim once 2012 arrives. Leave my old bad habits of procrastinating and overthinking and getting jealous so easily and letting my emotions run wild until they control my actions.

2011 was a journey I would (hopefully) never forget. The events that happened this year have shaped me to become who I am today and I'm grateful for not only the good things that happened to me, but also for each conflict and obstacles thrown at me, and not forgetting all the people I've met! Alhamdulillah.

2012, we'll be anticipating you :) And no I'm not talking about doomsday, which is total bullcrap. Even my peanut butter expires in 2013 ._.

Sunday, December 25

9:56 PM

I've been thinking quite a lot about my future lately. Many have asked what I'd like to do in university, and most of the time my answer would always be the same thing. Architecture. That's what I'd like to apply for in university.

Lately whenever I go into bookstores I wouldn't even look through the fiction section, just like how I would all this while. Instead, I find myself being lured to the architecture section. I'd browse through the thick, heavy, hard-cover books enriched with everything about architecture and I would sit down somewhere and flip through the pages. Somehow, the more architecture books I flip through, the more my desire to study architecture grows.

My artsy fartsy industrial designer sister have recommended I take up industrial designing quite a number of times. Industrial designing, to my understanding, is about designing stuff like cars, furniture, other industrial stuff. I think la haha. Apparently she says that architecture will take up a lot of time, around seven years or so. The first five years would be studying in university, and the other two years would be trying to make it as a real architect. What I mean by a 'real architect' is that when you've graduated from architecture school and land yourself a position in an architecture firm, you won't be designing buildings and houses straight away. The 'older' and more experienced architects would be the ones who do that. In fact, I think your job for the first two years would be more of an internship, I think. You'd basically be bossed around by the more experienced ones :/

I guess you can say industrial design is part of architecture haha.

I'm a bit unsure of the procedures I have to go through in order to do my degree in architecture. My father mentioned that I might have to take up matriculation first, or A-levels, which might take up a year or two. Haha I really don't know.

Right now the two universities I have in mind are UiTM and UIA. I hear that both universities are really good in architecture, and plus, two of my sisters have been to those universities hahah. Well I still have some time to think about it.

But one of my biggest goals this time is to become one of the top students in the course I'm taking, whatever that course might be. I was never really an outstanding student back in secondary school, my grades were mostly just above average. So this time, since I'll most probably be learning about something of my interest, I have set a goal to earn exemplary grades and become one of the smartest, top students in that particular course. I mean, who knows, I might just get selected to go overseas, with a scholarship to boot!
You know how they say learning is so much easier when you have a strong interest in whatever you're learning :)

As of right now I'm really worried about my SPM results. But I know I've done my best, so whatever results I'll get, I'll just have to accept it and deal with it haha. I really don't want to disappoint my parents and I really hope I wont, but I just want them and the rest of my family to know that even though I might now have done well in SPM, which I hope isn't true, I WILL try harder in university and emerge as one of the top students...in the Dean's list! :D Ngeheheh insyaAllah.

Somehow I just can't wait for university life to commence. I swear I feel so lifeless and futile ever since SPM ended haha. I'm constantly lazing around the house, sometimes randomly walking into rooms in a daze, and well, basically doing nothing productive haha. Sometimes i'd go out and all. I've had the desire to start working out again but I keep saying, 'tomorrow'. Which isn't a good thing, really. Haha. Yeah yeah some might say, 'You dont need to work out! Your figure's fine!' Well au contraire my friend, I want to work out to get in shape and obtain a healthy body, not to lose weight. I'm dying to wear my first ever pair of Nike shoes that my sister bought for me for my 17th birthday lol. I'm such a couch potato :p

I honestly don't remember being THIS lifeless when I was done with PMR two years ago. However, I would already start getting behind the wheel next week during my driving lessons...if I hadn't missed that phone call from the driving school to schedule another appointment for the remaining 3hr practical class I have to attend. But hey, I was still in Singapore that time and it was an unknown number ._. When I finally got back to Malaysia, I called the driving school to schedule another appointment, but unfortunately the only upcoming class I can attend will be on the 30th since the rest are full. Shucks. Then i'd have to wait for another week or so to get my L license, and only then I'll be able to get behind the wheel. Aaahhhh so long -.-

I should find a new hobby haha.

Saturday, December 24

12:32 AM

Allah ♥

Enough said.

Friday, December 23

11:29 PM

'Sup?

Wednesday, December 21

10:06 PM

Singapore was great. Managed to spend some quality time with my sister, Kak Lea there. Back home now. Looking forward to my driving lessons. I need a job. And I miss Kak Lea, and her apartment, and that one night when I made tunapasta for dinner and sat on the couch in front of the TV in her apartment, eating the decadent, delicious, tuna-y tunapasta I made. And the smell of her apartment. And her room. And simply getting out of the apartment and taking the train/bus to anywhere I wanted myself to be at. Hmm. I'd love to go back.

Friday, December 16

2:43 PM

Homesick. I wanna go home. This place is giving me too much hope. I'm constantly drowned by the memories that hit me like a tidal wave and the only thing I can do is just go with the current that leads me to absolute nowhere. I wanna go home. I wanna see Mama Abah and Kakcik again. Go out for dinner with them. Have lunch or go grocery shopping with Abah. Hug him and wrap my arms around his belly, just like how I used to as a kid. I wanna sit on that damn massage chair for hours without caring about anything else, gazing out the garden on a bright sunny weather with a mug of Nescafe and listening to songs that can make me forget the world.

I wanna go home. And continue my driving lessons. Get myself lost in the deep throngs of a bookstore, take my time to browse as many books as I can possibly lay my hands on. Read more. Paint the Aurora Borealis. Or the colourful canyons of Arizona. Bake brownies. And cupcakes and pies and specialty cakes until everyone's sick of having desserts. Visit the National Zoo, or FRIM. The bird park. Splurge on unnecessary things. Forget every problem. Forget everyone. Forget the world.

It's the only way I can escape.

Monday, December 12

5:41 AM

Windy morning. Cold room. Super stingy swollen eyes. Mosquito bites everywhere. Ah yes, the life of a nocturnal night owl.

It's 5.41 and I'm up! WADDUUUPPP?

Aahhhhh I had such a good night's sleep! Lol kidding. I just didn't sleep, that's all.

Brain go cuckoo. Oh my lovely princessy bed, why must you look so lovely and princessy and cozy?

Sunday, December 11

7:58 PM

My heart sinks and the whole world just drops below me. I walk into rooms without even realizing how and why. Too many emotions caught up in my mind that everything's all blurry and fuzzy. I feel so small and fragile inside my own skin. Collapsible. I eat and drink without tasting anything. I'm trying to adapt to things but they changed so abruptly, like a car crash coming on an empty highway. So unexpected. I can't think straight. My own voice is starting to make me sick just by listening to it. I look in the mirror and all I see is the inevitable darkness that looms over the irises of my lifeless eyes. I can feel myself slowly getting smaller and smaller with each passing minute, only time will tell when I will be nothing more than just a tiny speck of light in the sky. A star, a memory.

I wonder if anyone understands what I just wrote. Because I honestly can't.

Friday, December 9

11:35 PM

The only reason why people hold on so tight to memories is because they're afraid something so great won't ever happen again.

7:34 PM

I'm tired of people expecting things from me like as if I have all the time and money (and lives) in the world. I've been stepped on too much and for too long and this time I won't succumb to anymore of this idiocy.

Thursday, December 8

12:17 AM

Paramore for the win! I saw some of the comments on YouTube, some of them claiming that they don't like the country feel to this song. Douchebags. If you were a true Paramore fan you'd know they originated from Nashville, Tennessee, and isn't that where country music is famous? Idiots -.-

Anyhow, can't wait for their new album to come out!

Wednesday, December 7

7:18 PM

I've been feeling pretty down lately. Lately I've come to realize that there aren't really that many people whom I can talk to. You know, just for a chat or something. Let alone talk about my problems.

Like I said, you know, I can have as many friends and acquaintances as I want, but it all boils down to one thing; I will always, always be the odd one out. The sore thumb. I will always be a loner. Not that I mind, I mean, it's fine that I always find peace in solitude and confinement, but sometimes that solitude can be a pain when it comes to finding a person to talk to.

Sometimes I don't even understand myself. My emotions, my feelings, sometimes I just don't understand them. This inability to understand my emotions has been bugging me all year round. I don't know if it's normal for a growing female teenager, I really don't, but I just hope I'll get out of this phase soon enough. I've always been meaning to talk to people about my problems, but most of the time I just find it best to keep these problems to myself since even I myself am not sure about what's going on in my mind. Most of the time I choose to keep quiet and just go with the flow.

Aahhh I don't know. I think I just need to get away from everyone for a while. I can't wait to fly off to Singapore next week and spend some quality time with my sister there. While she's working during the day, I can have sometime alone to myself. Maybe I can just walk around the compound of her apartment, or walk to the grocery store and ogle and admire the products they have there that they don't have them here in Malaysia, or something.

Anyway, maybe it's just my sleep deprivation kicking in. You know how sleep deprivation can disrupt everything in your life. Your mood, your emotions, your plans, etc. It's now 10.37pm, so I shall take a nice warm shower and go straight to bed. Oh but wait......I have to read up on the rules and regulations and the law for my theory exam on driving tomorrow. Maybe I shall do that before I go to bed :)

Have a good night everybody :)

Tuesday, December 6

10:01 AM

Ever since SPM is over my sleeping pattern has been all over the place. Nowadays I never sleep before midnight. Most of the time I'm up all night, either doing work or I just felt like staying up. I know it's bad to sleep late, but I don't know, I just find peace and solitude when I'm up at night all alone in my room while everyone else is asleep.

There was this one time when I slept at 5am and had to wake up at 8am. Only three of hours of sleep haha, but I survived! I had a six-hour talk on driving that morning and I was surprised to find that I actually survived the whole thing haha. Well, mainly it's because I had a strong mug of coffee before I left for the talk, and the speaker, who's also one of the driving instructors, was really hilarious and he kept the atmosphere alive with his jokes.

Anyhow, I think my sleeping-so-late-at-night-and-waking-up-early-in-the-morning thing is finally taking its toll on me. Last night I slept at 3am because I had some work to do, and I find that I can actually focus on my work better at night than during the day. So I slept at three and woke up at eight to pick up my renewed passport at Kelana Jaya. When I woke up I suddenly felt the exhaustion kicking in and it took all my strength to fight the urge to remain in my comfy bed and continue sleeping.

Nevertheless, the time it took for me to pick up my passport didn't even cover 5% of the time my father and I had to wait to get my passport renewed yesterday. It barely took ten minutes and I was glad we didn't have to wait for hours, just like how we did yesterday. We had to wait three hours in that stuffy, congested room for three hours yesterday just to get my passport renewed. It was torture. There were annoying kids running around, babies crying like it's the end of the world, people people people.

There was this one time when a woman sat next to me while we were waiting for our numbers to be called up, and she really annoyed the heck out of me. It was fine that she sat beside me, but once she took out her cell phone and started talking to the person at the other end of the line, that's when I got really annoyed. REALLY REALLY ANNOYED. At first this woman talked on the phone with a moderate voice, but as time passed her voice started getting louder. And louder. And LOUDER. AND LOUDER! It didn't help that her face was so close to my shoulder as she spoke, or should I say yelled, on the phone. Somehow she got to a stage where she started yelling and talking loudly on the phone, RIGHT NEXT TO MY EAR, and at that point I just didn't care anymore. My annoyed, irritated expression was clearly written on my face and I think other people realized it, too. I mean, come on, she was practically yelling in my ear, and god damn it her saliva was all over me -_-

At one point, my father, who sat next to me and two seats away from that woman, leaned forward and frowned at her. I didn't think she realized haha. Thank goodness I'm a sane person. Or else I would've snatched the phone away from her and crush it with my foot.

I hate renewing my passport. The process is just...time consuming!

I'm really, really exhausted. But I don't know when I can recover from my sleep deprivation (by sleeping, of course) since I have quite a hefty amount of work to do. I'm going out with my classmates soon and I'm excited! I know, I know, I should stay at home and rest, but I haven't seen my classmates in a while and I'd like to spend some time with them during the holidays. God know when we'll be able to hang out with each other again :)

Back to work. Adios!

Sunday, December 4

3:20 PM

Pathetic!!!!!

Yucks.

Saturday, December 3

9:30 PM

Tonight was a good night :)

I made some mac and cheese for dinner. It was my second attempt and my parents loved it and my mum loved it so much she hugged me so tight until I couldn't breathe haha. Alhamdulillah :)

The super ooey-gooey thick cheese sauce that started off as a Bechamel sauce, and then a huge amount of cheddar and mozzarella cheese was stirred in it until they were all melted until this sinfully ooey gooey thick concoction was formed!

And then I mixed some button mushrooms and small chunks of tuna together with the macaroni elbows and of course...THE CHEESE SAUCE!

One last stop before the oven for further indulgence!

Tadaaaaaaaaa! :)

Cooking is tiring, that's for sure. Nevertheless, I'm glad my parents enjoyed the mac and cheese hehe. While the mac and cheese was in the oven, I decided to wash the dishes. When I was done with the dishes and the oven pinged, signalling that my mac and cheese was done, I took it out of the oven, put it on the table, covered with the tudung saji while I waited for my parents. In the end I decided to take a shower first because I felt so sticky and sweaty and I needed some rejuvenation.

So I took a shower, scrubbed my head good, and as soon as I exited my room, the aroma of the mac and cheese just wafted into my nose. It's a good night. I managed to cook dinner for my parents, they both loved their meal, and I was "rewarded" with a heaping plate of some hearty comfort food as I was done showering.

Ah yes, life is bliss. Alhamdulillah. I shall now proceed to bed and sleep peacefully to recover from my sleep deprivation since morning. Family brunch tomorrow and after that, my sister's taking me out for a birthday treat! Yipee!

Alhamdulillah :) I know I keep saying it but I'm just grateful to Allah, because He has blessing me with such great things in life. Alhamdulillah :)

6:08 PM

I wrote a really nasty post. It wasn't vulgar, but it was nasty. And I've decided to delete it. Because I'm nice.

I feel sorry for you, girl.

Friday, December 2

7:50 PM

Well, officially, SPM isn't over yet but....

it's over for meeeeee! I finished my last paper, which was Pendidikan Seni, yesterday. And Alhamdulillah, I ended my SPM exams in a memorable way, I guess. It was my Arts paper yesterday and judging by the artwork I produced yesterday, you wouldn't even know that it was only my second attempt at painting.

Two days ago after I ended my Biology paper, I was still clueless on which question I should pick for my Arts paper. And when I finally chose the question I wanted to do, I had no clue on what my artwork would look like. The question I chose required me to come up with a drawing/painting of a few trees blocking the flow of water in a small river. So that night I Googled on pictures of rivers and streams and creeks and all, just for inspiration.

I slept really late that night. At around 4.30 in the morning. I was supposed to practice for my Arts paper the next day, but my parents decided to take me out for dinner since I was done with those stressful subjects in SPM. We got home pretty late, and I was already sleepy and tired, so I made myself a strong cup of coffee to supply me energy that night. I finally got to work at around 11.30pm once the caffeine kicked in.

First, I came up with a sketch on how my resulting artwork would look like. I experimented with a few, of which many of them weren't really up to my liking. So finally I came up with one sketch that really accentuated the tree logs and the water splashes and all. The sketch was fine. However, I was still undecided on which medium I should use. I was torn between the RM50 colour pencils that I bought a few days before and the cheap Buncho paint I bought many months before. I tried with the colour pencils but it just didn't work. It was too time consuming as I only had three hours to come up with my artwork. So I finally settled for the paint.

Here's a thing...I was never good at painting. I only signed up for Pendidikan Seni early this year, so back then I never really painted or came up with an artwork on PAPER. It was always on Adobe Photoshop (school magazine haha). As the months passed by, I realized that I had quite a skill on colour pencils. So all this while I've only been working with colour pencils as my medium for any drawings whatsoever. I tried painting a picture of the Aurora Borealis a few months ago but the result was just pathetic. But only two nights ago when I did that painting of the stream of water and tree logs and grasses and yadi yadi yada did I realize that I can really work with paints! It was two nights ago that I realized that I really love to paint. It's become my new hobby now.

I was up all night working on my painting. I searched for paintings online, just to get an idea of how my artwork would look like. I remember painting the first part of my artwork. It was those three tree logs that I drew. I wasn't really expecting anything bombastic but when I was done painting those logs, complete with the perfect highlights and shadows up to the very last detail, I was just amazed. I took that as a motivation and I continued working on the rest of my painting.

When my painting was finally done, I took a step back from my desk and took a really good look at it. Oh believe me, I've seen better paintings in my whole 17 years of existence, but the painting I produced that night really exceeded my expectations! I'm quite proud of it, actually.

So then I finally sat for my Arts paper yesterday, at 2pm. I was nervous, mind you. I honestly don't know why I was so nervous, but I was. That morning I woke up at 8.30 after only four hours of sleep and I woke up to three text messages on my phone. One was from my good friend Atasha, wishing me good luck for my Arts paper, and the other two were from my brother and sister, also wishing me good luck. Their text messages made my morning and it made me even more excited and motivated to sit for my Arts paper.

I was nervous, but if I showed you my resulting artwork yesterday, you wouldn't even know I was nervous! My artwork for my Arts paper yesterday turned out so much better than I expected. It was even better than the painting I produced the night before. I don't want to make it seem like I'm praising myself, but I was really proud of my outcome yesterday. If only I could just take a picture of my painting before I handed in, it would've been nice. You know, for memories.

I also got an unexpected occurrence yesterday when I sat for my Arts paper. I was placed at one side of the hall, the side facing the forest. From my place, I could see visitors passing by as they entered from the guardhouse. There was this one time when I saw my ex-class teacher, Encik Suhaimi, passing by and he saw me working on my Arts paper. He actually grinned and did a thumbs up to me and I thought that was just really hilariously cute! But not in THAT way of course......that's just...gross :/ Anyhow, it was a nice thing to have my ex-class teacher wishing me good luck for my Arts paper. It even made me more excited and motivated to produce a really good artwork.

I really, really wanted to take a picture of my artwork but I think that'd be prohibited -.-

I got home smiling all the way, relieved that SPM is over, and glad that my last paper was a very good one.

It actually feels really weird to not have anything else to study anymore. I'm so used to having this constant anxiety and stress about SPM over the past few months that it's just weird to not feel those anymore. Nevertheless, I feel glad and relieved that SPM is over. I can now pursue my interest in photography (and now painting), and not feel guilty about not studying for SPM.

I woke up really, really late today. I woke up at 10.30 once this morning but I was just so tired that I slept until 2pm haha. I woke up feeling very groggy and tired from sleeping so long, thanks to my sleep-deprivation the night before, but once I showered I felt so much better and rejuvenated. I had lunch and then my dad took me out to enroll me in a driving school near my house. So...I am now enrolled in driving school for driving lessons! I am so excited, and also quite nervous at the same time. My lessons start tomorrow morning, of which I have to attend this really long five-hour talk. Looks like I'll need a can of Nescafe tomorrow haha. Hopefully I'll be able to sit for the theory exam next week AND pass, and have my L license issued as soon as possible so the actual driving lessons can commence. Even my dad wants me to get my license quick haha. Stoked!

I don't know how tomorrow is gonna be like, but I'm excited about my driving lessons hehe.

Well, SPM is over. Back to life! :)

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