Whoop-dee-doo~

Ahahahaha...I just have a few lines to say

*clears throat*

I thank you, God, for making this event a miracle and the best I've ever gone through in my whole eighteen (18) years living here, but of course "Your way is not my way". For if not for You I would not be where I am standing today.

People, I thank you, whoever you are, my marker, for giving me such markah kesian, for giving me the almost impossoble ability to scrape through all my subjects that I've undertaken in the SPM. You, marker of my Accounts, B.M, and A.Maths paper, I thank you tremendously and may you be showered with whatever you wish for, for you showered me with whatever I wished for back then.

I thank you, my mom and dad for bringing me up and nagging me and providing me food for thought and digestion, hunting down schools and scholarships and triumphing in my glory.

I thank you, friends who gave me neverending support, who rejoice as I did/do, I love you people. I chia you all one fine day ok?? Good ones will follow me through life and live forever young in my memories in safety.

I thank you, oxygen, for unending supply to my nostrils when I'm almost lack of it during nervous and bad times. If not for you I wouldn't be living. I thank you, food, too. By this I would be thanking the Almighty yet again, thank you.

I thank all my resources present then and now and playing their parts in helping me squeeze my way in this narrow tube of Chance - my pens who never let me down, the revision books and all the authors, the paper made in New Zealand, my pencil box cheapo brand, my pencils, stuff big and stuffs small, I thank you all!

And now, please give me a scholarship to escape from my parents, however thankful I am to them, they're still what I call "best loved from afar".

Amitofu...