Yipee! SPM is almost over!

*phew* Finally!
All the burdens and stress are lifted from my shoulders!
Feel so light and free now.
But there is still one more subject, CHINESE!!!
I'm a Chinese but my Chinese language is extremely weak. Oh mine!
All I hope is that I can at least pass this language. Not too high of expectation.
My SPM target is to get 9 As. Can I make it?
It all depends on God now and the teachers, whether if they are strict ones or those kind-hearted.
The prayer I always make to God is to make my answers all right, although it's wrong but some how just make it right. Well, you never know, God do make miracles happen.
And miracles are just like magic. Things that even the scientist can't explain do happen.

Lydia's hand at work.

Here are some of my arts. Woo-hoo. Imma loving arts.
Did some paintings, photo shooting and photo editing.
At least,  my hobbies aren't neglected! WEE..

 

Did some paintings, got this brilliant idea from the web. Looking awesome? I knew it! Ha! 

Hope to use this method to make cards. <3 p="p">

 

Some 'trash collection' of my own. 

 

A letter from 2 closest friends in Ken Hwa

My own collection of bookmarks. 

I've got more but these are the 'proper' ones. 

I treasure this a lot. A gift form Nicole Lim. 

Memories

Memories are one of God's best gift to human. 

Memory can be defined as 
-the act or fact of retaining and recalling impressions, facts
-the length of time over which recollection extends
-a mental impression retained

Basically, memory is something each and everyone has. 
Memories. They could be saved in a technical gadget or even stored up in a photo album. 
But the best place we could saved our memories is in our mind. 
That feeling of that very most memorable, sweetest or bitterness feeling we go through could never be erased unless we go through a severe accident that cause serious damage to our brain or maybe getting Alzheimer's disease.
It feels so good to talk about the moments we spent time together.
The time when we did crazy, silly things and caused ourselves to get punishment. 
After a few years, those issues are to be brought out to be talked about and laughed about.   
We learnt from our past and grow during the process. 

I've been keeping this beautiful photo, given by my class teacher before I moved to Thailand. 
Whenever I see this photo, it's my wish that I can meet all of them one day. 

Believe it or not, I didn't do any editing for this, seem that the colours  are starting to fade.

It had been roughly 7 years, no contact with them. 
I can't blame neither them nor myself for not keeping in touch. 
We were still kids when I left for Thailand. Worse of all, (Nicole told me) I didn't even tell them that I was leaving. Such a sad case. 
Not until one day when Papa when back to Cameron Highland (him alone, without us) that I found back my childhood friends via (you guess it) Facebook. 
Great thanks to the creator of Facebook. 
Now people all around the world are able to connect, contact and consume most our time on it (=.=)
It's pretty interesting to see how much they have grown. 
I recognized some of them instantly but some not so. 
Anyway, hope that I'll have the chance to meet them someday. 

A word of advice: treasure your childhood friends/ friends because friENDS do have an END when we go to our own separate ways in life and the feeling when you meet up with them after a few years have gone by will never be the same like before.   
Actually, I kind of admire those who are able to grow up together with their childhood friends.