Mid-year progress report: Trying to live right

We have arrived at the halfway point of the year.

Time for some self-reflecting assessment.

I am usually in the habit of doing this on a yearly basis to try to keep my life in check and to take any corrective measures necessary in my life to make sure I am back on track with my yearly resolutions and also to help me re-focus on my direction in life if I should have strayed some time during the first-half of the year.

So this question is inevitable: What have we done so far in 2008 that is worthy of mention?

More important than what we have done is what have we become in our character during the course of this first 182 days of the year that we can be quietly pleased with or even give thanks to God for?

I was reading through Day 22 of Rick Warren's The Purpose Driven Life this morning, and as I pondered on the reading while trying to contextualise and apply it to the time of the year we are at, this section of the reading spoke to me:

God is far more interested in what you are than in what you do. We are human beings, not human doings. God is much more concerned about your character than your career, because you will take your character into eternity, but not your career.

Being a practising Christian, we are ultimately called to be Christlike. Let me get this straight: called to be Christlike does NOT mean trying to become God, or even a god. It's not like I suddenly become "Wins the god of thunder or love" or whatever. We are created beings, so we will never be the Creator hence we will never be God or a god. The point here is, God wants us all to be godly by taking on his values, attitudes and character. Becoming Christlike doesn't mean we lose our personality or become totally mindless clones who offer ourselves up to be crucified every Easter. I believe He has created us all unique with our different abilities, skills and talents to do different things and to relate to different types of people. So He obviously wouldn't want to take your mind away from you. But I believe God wants us to be better people by the transformation of our character.

Now, I hear lots of people going around expecting (and often criticising) Christians all for being extremely pious and holy holy, or some stick in the mud, or Holy Joes who don't know how to have fun or something; and then accusing Christians for being hypocritical if they are seen not to be living up to the expected standards. You know what? There is some truth in this. Unfortunately, we don't live by the standards that are expected of these people; we live by higher standards--we live by the standards God expect of us. We are humans and we will definitely 100% fall short of that standards because we are not perfect. Simple as that. So if you're expecting Christians to be "God on earth", sorry lah, cannot. Fail already. However, fortunately for us, since we are not perfect--because we are not God but created beings with our human fallibility--we are not required to live perfect. That's why we go to church, because we are not perfect. Why does a patient go see a doctor? Because he or she is not feeling well and needs treatment right? So it is with us Christians. We need God that's why we go to church.

Having said that, being Christlike is not being perfect. Although Christ is, we are humans so we are not. But we can be like Him, not be Him. We learn and live to be Christlike through the choices we make each day. As Rick Warren puts it, "we choose to do the right thing in situations and then trust God's Spirit to give us His power, love, faith, and wisdom to do it." Our spiritual growth into Christlikeness is an ongoing process so it's not instant or automatic; it's going to be gradual and progressive that will probably take the rest of our lives. So for now, we are work in progress.

So the next time you see a Christian and, in your opinion, does not live up to what you expect of him, relax and cut him or her some slack. He or she is not done yet. We are still perfecting it and getting it right. We are learning to choose right and do right. It can be difficult sometimes because there are so many gray areas and things in life are never so clear cut. We are imperfect and sometimes we choose poorly, which exposes our imperfection even more. But when we fall, we should try to commit ourselves to the grace of God and cling on to Him even more. God knows we are trying, and as we persevere, He will give us the grace to keep on going. God is gracious, and that really matters when we work at getting it right. So, forgive us if we go wrong and bear with us. Better still, I challenge you to join us and experience it for yourself. It's a challenge for sure but what kind of life would you make for yourself if it is without challenges?


So back to my question with some modifications to it:

What have I become, through the choices I had made, that has made a difference to the lives of the people (not so much on my achievement) around me so far in 2008 that God can be pleased with?

We live in an achievement-oriented world, where we are told to do this, this, and that so that we can get this, this and that so that we can become this, this, and that. But what part of that achievement do you take with you to the grave? Nothing.

Our character is part of our soul and ultimately determines who we are. The souls of men is one of the two things that lasts forever. The other is the Word of God. These two should go hand in hand.

God help me make the right choices for the rest of the year, and this is my prayer for you too, regardless if you have read on this far.

Spain reigns

This is long overdue.

The perennial underachievers finally made it.

Spain won the Euro 2008.

Group hug.

First time since 1964. It was so long ago I wasn't even born yet. At least, they now have won something in living memory.

Top strike partnership -- Torres (El Nino) and Villa (El Guaje).

They defeated the Germans 1-0.

Yay, we won. What do we do now? Errr... another group hug.

The one who scored the winning goal in the final is a Liverpool player. Fernando Torres is his name.

Photo of Fernando Torres courtesy of telegraph.co.uk

The Spaniards won all their games, including a penalty shootout against the Italians.

Fantastic against the former champions, Greece,
in the opening round; and right to the end.
If only the Dutch can break the jinx...

Top scorer of the tournament was Spanish -- David Villa. How many? Four or five, can't remember. Without even having to play in the final.

Photo of David Villa courtesy of sportinglife.com

Apparently, player of the tournament was also Spanish -- Xavi Hernandez (from my favourite Spanish team, Barcelona)

Photo of Xavi Hernandez (L) seen here with David Silva
courtesy of belfasttelegraph.co.uk

Well, my second favourite team won. Not great but not bad either.

But they played good entertaining football.

Finally, I can get back my sleep.

(All photos courtesy of telegraph.co.uk unless otherwise stated).

Celebrating Dr Koh Eng Kiat: A Year After

I had written the tribute article of my deceased former church Elder in this blog last year.

And I have heard of the book project last year itself from the daughter of the bereaved who also happened to be my former English lecturer during my days in college. She had said that she had read my blog, saw the tribute, was pleased with it, and wanted to include excerpts from my article in the book project, which I had agreed. It was and is an honour for me to have my work included in the tribute booklet since he was the Elder of the church of which I had served the longest in and his life touched mine in so many ways -- as a church leader (and Elder), a fellow Christian who was also in the race, an older Christian from whom I can look up to and get good advice from, and most importantly, as a father figure.


Today is the first anniversary of my former Elder Dr Koh Eng Kiat's death. I wasn't aware it was today until my Dad came back from church and told me what happened during the service in church today. It has been one year. He (my Dad) brought home with him the book Celebrating the Life of Dr Koh Eng Kiat which is the commemorative book detailing the life of Dr Koh, a short history of his founding of the church (my now former church--FGAKL), his life, marriage to Ms Koh, and the many friendships he had made during his illustrious life. The tribute book was on sale in FGA starting today.

As I was flipping through, and remembering the life well-lived, I came across--in page 26 of the book--my name with a much-condensed excerpt from my article (highlighted in the pic below). I am honoured to be mentioned and quoted in the same article as his family members, the FGA pastors and staff, and even my current church's pastor. More importantly, I feel greatly privileged to be given the opportunity to be able to contribute some kind words to the book which I am certain a whole host of other people too have some kind words to say about Dr Koh but were not given the opportunity.



Thanks again, Dr Koh, for showing us the way forward with your examplary servant leadership. Your life had influenced and impacted the lives of so many great church leaders and people today. May we carry on and continue the work of the Lord you have started and encouraged in our lives.

Don't forget to flush... now wash your hands!

Let's cut to the chase:

I finished a book (The Zahir), I officially finished classes for Media Appreciation, I received a complimentary instructor's copy of the latest edition of textbook related to my subject, I watched two classic movies that I had previously watched but couldn't really remember--the James Dean classic Rebel Without a Cause and the homosexual-themed Happy Together by director Wong Kar Wai. I went with Yen Yee to watch The Incredible Hulk which was certainly better than the first right after shopping. Best of all, I got paid for the freelance writing work which is not to say overdue but... timely. I will be writing reviews of all these (the movies and the books) soon, but not today. Not now.

The Diploma students had their exams this week which included the IMCOMM paper. I'm halfway through marking the papers, so please, don't ask me about the results or how I did or how this, that, and the other fella did. No. They will be released when they are released.

The two "adorable-est" lecturers: Ms Natasha and me
(Photo courtesy of Joanne "Moo Moo" Lie.)

I had a brief introduction to my would-be students during the Colour Blindness: It's Cool project, which was a project focus on anti-racism. In all fairness and in my humble opinion, they had managed to put together a commendable effort by bringing guest speaker Pete Teo who is the local singer/songwriter/actor behind the Malaysian Artiste for Unity (MAFU) project; and had organised an exciting time for its audiences. As I was telling Samantha and Christine during the games time, now that I know their capabilities, I will need to crack my head to think of something (more) exciting and stimulating for them. I quote this famous and somewhat cliched phrase, "with great powers come great responsibilities" unquote. So since they are capable, I will need to think of something REALLY exciting (read this also as "more tedious and taxing workload", LOL) for them to do next semester. Oh by the way, where are the photos, girls? Anyways, two thumbs up for a good presentation to the 4th cohort of FiCM.

Nat, Caroline and me
(Photo courtesy of Joanne Lie)

What else happened? Loads.

I learn something new today. I went down to a part of PJ (which is somewhere near DUMC's Dream Centre) to take a look at some toilet fittings for our new family home. I learn that apparently there are two types of flush mechanisms for toilet cisterns (you know, the "thrones") in Malaysia. I'm sure you realised that when you go to hotels, the hotel toilet cisterns suck the crap a bit more differently than the ones at home. It is due to their flush mechanisms. The two types are: washdown and siphon.

The washdown ones have a shallow pool of water (to prevent splashing). The crap is then swept through a trap by using large quantity of water during flush, which most homes still use today. Now, the siphon one works a bit differently. The siphon one uses air pressure by means of creating weight in the volume of the liquid and thus resulting in the bowl to empty rapidly. This one looks kinda like the crap being "swallowed" by the cistern together with the water wholly and then slowly filling up again with clean water, which I am sure you've seen it in some hotels or maybe even on board an airplane. Bet you didn't know this!

Ok, enough of crap talk for the day!

I have made my selection for the tiles that I will be using for the bathroom floor and also the walls today. I still need to take a look at the tiles for the upper level. I am getting quite excited with how things are going with the development of the house so far and shopping for the tiles, cisterns, fittings and accessories has been a breeze so far.

I decided to take some time off work today (yes, I catch up on my work during the weekends, and since there's no more lectures to prepare till end of July it's been mostly marking this week) to go shopping. Firstly, I took my newly-bought jeans for alteration and also went to try something out at FOS. Can't say that I like the new selections in FOS though. It's been quite the same for the past few months already. Same old, same old. Nothing really caught my eyes except for this one t-shirt. I decided to try it. It is following the Mr Men theme which I am a big fan of. I can fit it quite well, but somehow it just didn't feel right. Maybe because it's white. I find it extremely difficult to care for white clothes. It just doesn't work with the combination of Malaysian water quality and the detergents we use. Somehow, they always get yellowed or stained and end up being a t-shirt I use for sleeping.

Looking for Little Miss Naughty
I forgot which student of mine was Ms Naughty.
Was it Manpreet or Elaine?

So much for cutting to the chase; in the end, this entry seemed just as long as any other entries.

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes...

I started the Seven Steps class on Sunday morning. I had Yee San for company.

We had Parents Appreciation at church today; and there's this one song which goes something like "Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes..." which had been sung by a team of singers and also the Narrowstreet kids. Good performance I might add.

After church, we met up with Mabeline who came back from Perth not too long ago.

A group of us caught up with her over lunch at Hartamas Shopping Centre.

Colin and the Kimgarry menus which overwhelmed most of us.
Quick, girls, he's still single!

Mabeline and Chunk.

Yee San getting excited but Mabeline's not impressed! LOL.

With Li San

With Yee San... ( Li San, Yee San, boy, this is confusing!)

Then we posed.

Yes, we posed.
(And we looked good doing it)

What a bunch of camwhores!

From PJ to KL to PJ to KL to PJ to KL...

In hindsight, Saturday had been a busy day for me. Busy but good.

The trip to Petaling Street, Pasar Seni and its vicinity was only a start to the day.

So, off I headed to Damansara Damai to visit my ex-boss Michelle's retail outlet to pick up a thing or two and also to catch up with my si dao poh (or however you spell that!). Apparently Damansara Damai is somewhere after the toll to Selayang and Sungai Buloh (which is somewhere further up from the Curve). If I'm not mistaken, she had opened the shop after leaving our previous company for over three years now but it wasn't until Saturday that I visited her. Like all good ex-colleagues' conversations go, we were engaged in a discussion on what happened to the rest of the staff at the old working place. So engrossed we were at the conversation that I nearly missed my next appointment.

Next appointment: City Harvest Church.

Siew Min aka Bubbles Powerpuff invited me over to her church the day before to hear the final installment of the Relationship Series taught by their young pastor which her church was doing right after my appointment with Michelle. I asked if she was implying anything by the invitation. She said "no" so I took her word for it. Only one thing: she was ushering on that day and couldn't be that host for me. Nevermind, she got it all figured out. Even before I left Michelle's shop, a sms came in for me from her cell leader asking me to contact her when I had arrived. Talk about organised!

So I arrived at CHC and her cell leader was already there and awaiting my arrival. She led me, first, to Siew Min who was ushering and then to my seat which was, of all people, next to another one of my students, DJ. Then another of Siew Min's cell member came and introduced himself to me and sort of became my surrogate host instead. Friendly dude, that guy. If I remembered correctly his name was Roy.

A while later, worship started. They (worship team) sang my (current) favourite song, I Will Bless the Lord, the one by True Worshippers; followed by Hillsong's Break Free. Can't remember what other songs we sang but I think one of it was All I Need Is You. Then of course, the usual church service lah. Announcements, offerings, welcome guests, shake shake hands and all, and then young senior pastor spoke. I've been to CHC about three or four times now but this was the first time I heard him speak. A very engaging speaker, the pastor is. He's got a humorous and yet down-to-earth style. A simple and to-the-point message I thought it was.

Shame I didn't stay any longer to talk to Siew Min my "host" (emphasis is on the punctuation!). I stayed till the end of the service but couldn't stay around to go mamaking or dinner with them.

I was off to my next appointment: a dinner date with Stefan and his missus, Jamie, and supposedly Li-"Nyamuk"-Ann at Soong Kee beef noodle restaurant right back in KL.

I drove from CHC and, when I got back, Stef was already waiting for me. Jamie parked near my place, and we all carpooled in Stef's Honda Jazz and off to the city we went sans the Nyamuk. She would only be joining us later. We arrived at the beef ball noodle, had dinner (which was as usual quite excellent), and they decided to go to Petaling Street.

Wait, I was only at Petaling Street in the morning... so it's Petaling Street twice in a day for me!!!

God knows what we were looking for or what we wanted to buy but all of us left Chinatown emptyhanded.

Stefan was still hungry so we headed back to ss2 to have some tong sui and kuaci at the Wai Sek Kai. Jamie bought kuaci at 7-Eleven and we literally littered the ground with our kuaci shells. Thank God those shells are organic and biodegradable. We were quite disappointed with the drink service there and all of us took turns to say "Aiyer" one time or another.

Anyway, both Mrs Stefan and myself realised that it was actually the first time we saw Stefan eating kuaci. This boy breaks open his kuaci using his gigi geraham and not his front teeth. What do you call gigi geraham in English? Yes, molars!!! Stefan uses his molars to break open kuaci shells while the rest of us (whom I reckon are more normal) use our incisors. Just to demonstrate how awkward it is to break shells with molars, I tried it myself. Strange feeling. It can open, that's for sure, but it's easier to open kuaci with the incisors.

Did I mention that kuaci is a good catching up food? When you bite, you listen. When you eat, you decode what the other person is saying. After you swallow, then you can talk. So easy. If everyone takes their turn, we would have all become very good listener and fantastic communicators. You just feel so much closer to your friends after a round of kuaci.

But it's high in fibre and gives you wind.

That was why Nyamuk left us halfway. She needed to go do business.

When she left, we stayed for a while. Then we too felt the wind accumulating in our bellies.

Then we headed to our respective homes.

End of Saturday.

When I woke up on Sunday to get ready for my new classes at church, the Dutch team was out.

Nyamuk showing her teeth and Jamie trying to peel kuaci.

Mr and Mrs Stefan Low.

Cityscape expressions

Just as I had about enough of the long hours of marking and sitting at home reading for the week, I decided to break the monotony on Saturday by taking an escapade to a familiar place I had not visited for a while.

I went down to Petaling Street.

Just to take a walk and unwind. Just to take a look at the ever-changing (and never changing) urban landscape. Maybe to shop a little, if the price is right.

I used to work in the vicinity of the famed (or notorious, depending how you look at it) shopper's street down at Chinatown and I realised that it has been more than a while since my last thorough visit of the place. So perhaps to meet and catch up with my ex-colleagues at my previous workplace.

Not stenciled, but a colourful and eye-catching piece that you can see from on board the LRT.

I took the opportunity to take some photos as well. The shutter was put to good use the moment I got off the Pasar Seni LRT. A place so rich in graffiti culture promised a great start to the day. I had, for the longest time, wanted to take some photos of the graffiti that could be found around Central Market since graffiti can be considered a form of pop art and also a form of expression although it is also thought of as defacing public property which is true as well. Unfortunately some time ago, Time Out KL magazine and my friend Roy beat me to it by inserting photos of these artistic expressions in the second issue and in his blog respectively.

I wonder if this is a self-portrait of the artist.

Stencil graffiti looks stylish and there is an abundance of them in the city. Somehow stenciled graffiti has an organised and aesthetic value that is not found in other forms of graffiti (yes, there are graffiti and there are graffiti) which heightens and emphasizes the strong and aggressive guerilla-like statement and feel that they project. Having said that, I do not in any way endorse the defacement of public property and am only commenting and putting them in this blog for the purpose of observing culture that we had made for ourselves socially and politically.

Out of the box. Not quite sure what this meant
but I like the artist's attention to detail.

When I saw this, I am reminded of our students' project.
This one's dedicated to "The Return" conservation team.

This is the first of the four which, to me, represented the displacement of today's
youth in the city.

This is #2 with a very strong statement in the wake of the tragic news we
read that is unfortunately becoming more prevalent but still shocking nonetheless.

#3: Loneliness, homelessness or just a simple (but often neglected) need to be loved?

#4: Again, the strong "search for love" themed stencil art depicting a
boy with a sack, I would imagine, living in abject poverty.


Disarmament. No need guns, no need submarines. Peace.



I took some photos of interesting ads as well.
This one shows a giant-sized t-shirt over a traditional advertising board which Celcom used to good effect
to advertise its sponsorship for the Euro 2008 in partnership with TV2 and Channel 7.


One Strep at a time?


"Budayakan antri"?

After taking some time off just taking photos which I drew quite a bit of attention from passer-bys who were curious on what I was doing and why I was taking photos of inanimate objects with defacements on them when most people would be taking photos of each other at Central Market or of things at Petaling Street.

Somehow I couldn't find what I was looking for at Petaling Street and proceeded to meet my ex-colleagues and found out a thing or two that was/is happening at the old college. I miss some of my friends back there but not the college. I feel they are so mistreated where they are sometimes. In addition to this, I did manage to stay for a while to catch up with some of my ex-students there who were having their replacement class. I regrouped with the lecturers and had lunch with Maria, Nali and my former admin assistant Kalai and, after the lunch conversation, I felt really sorry for Kalai on her recent rollercoaster in her life. So unnecessary. A person like her doesn't need all this load of crap happening to her.

Time check.

Ok, time to get home. Another appointment awaited me at 3pm.

Destination: Damansara Damai... wait, where is that?

Wide off the mark and hitting oranges

Marco van Basten saying goodbye to the tournament and to the fans
(photo courtesy of teamtalk.com)

My favourite, the Dutch, are out of Euro 2008.

They were killed 3-1 by the Russians last night after extra-time.

I didn't watch the match since I was starting the Seven Steps class at church today which was scheduled before Sunday service. Would the results be different if I had stayed up?

With nine goals scored in the first round and only one conceded, the pundits were starting to sing their praises and had touted them to go all the way.

But the Russian manager--the Dutch-born Guus Hiddink--knows how the Dutch play, and had other plans whcih involved playing better to prevent an Orange party.

And history repeated itself.

Now, they're orange juiced!

I'm really bad with predictions then.

Only one of three predictions that I had made on Thursday's entry had came through so far.

Let's see if my other favourite team--Spain--can defeat Italy tonight; just so that I can at least say half my predictions came through and not just a quarter.

So no fairy-tale ending to the reign of Marco van Basten as manager of the Netherlands. I thought he was going to take the Netherlands to the championship as a manager as he did a player.

What a waste... and the Dutch were playing good entertaining football.

London (not so) calling, but I miss it!

Piccadilly Circus without focusing on the circus

It has been three years to the month since I left London and I'll be the first to admit that I had been missing the city for quite a while now.

Trafalgar Square: the first landmark I see when I get off the bus or train

I can't say it's the people I am missing, nor can I say it's the cold depressing winter either (it's definitely not the winter with the long, long nights). I don't think it's the lovely architecture that I am missing although I can testify that there are some lovely old world buildings there. Maybe it's the shopping, maybe not.

To a certain extent, I think it's the time I had spent and got to know better some of my relatives over there, the friends I made from all over the world there (some of which are still quite close to me right up to today), and some friends from Malaysia who were equally displaced as I was in an almost-foreign land. It's really very nice meeting up with them especially when it involves us congregating together from various parts of the island. Everything seems like a new experience there.

Red buses with the Lenny Kravitz Gap ad.

Big Ben, taken when I went out to meet Colin one autumn evening.

Okay, among other things, I miss taking the red buses into London and knowing that I have arrived at Westminster the moment I see the (Big) Ben after the bus crosses the bridge. I miss the nut mix at Pret-a-Manger. I miss sitting in Waterstone's (and the small bookshops at Charing Cross) just browsing through endless collections of books that can or cannot be found at home. I miss the slightly hygiene-suspect kebab joint down the road from where I lived where the portions of meat were generously served by the hairy and overly-chatty Turkish guy (who can be quite a flirt with the girls sometimes). I miss walking in the many central London parks in spring and summer and just watch the world go by in the peace that's smack right in the centre of a bustling city. I miss walking up Regent Street and on to Oxford Street and turning in to New Bond Street. I miss my church over there, EEC. I miss sometimes running off to Hillsong London. I miss Tesco. I miss Sainsbury's. I miss Waitrose. I miss Mark & Sparks. I miss my European excursions. I miss pub food (and chicken tikka masala). I miss my old workplace. I miss Camden and their cheap t-shirts and novelty CDs. I miss Covent Garden and the shoe boutiques. I miss Stella Artois. I miss knowing that I am in the city that boasts seven Premier League teams (back then!). I miss the countless museums. I miss the even more countless musicals on West End. I miss chasing for the last bus (or train, or both!). I miss the discounts that they give away at Lilywhites for England football kits (dammit, I miss the markdown prices at Lilywhites period). I miss the programs on TV. I miss the Muller yoghurt. I miss Krispy Kremes. I miss the newspapers and the shitty tabloid stories. I miss missing Malaysian food and eating at that restaurant in that little lane at Leicester Square. I miss buying call cards to call home. I miss a lot of other things... but I NEVER miss my flights to any holidays. LOL.

I am so jealous of Roy and Debbie right now who are both visiting London. Not together though. Summer's a good time to visit London, although I won't be making my pilgrimage this year.

No fundage.

More importantly, there's work.

And so I will miss London even more.

Must start to plan... maybe next trip in 2009 or 2010... and then fly off to other parts of Europe from there.

Again: funds, funds, funds.

I remember this: Amita, a Chelsea fan, offered me a FA Cup ticket for Chelsea vs Scunthorpe.
Although I'm not a Chelsea fan, the feeling is magical.
To finally see it live and not on TV.

Outside Tate Modern, across from St Paul's with a familiar brand.

In black leather with Colin and Kingston during winter at the Millennium Bridge.

Taking a photo of dear friend Macy at the Victoria & Albert Museum.

With Huanye at the Isle of Dogs.
Within a year, the place would become Amita's home.

With my kar-cheh, Sok Mun, at Camden.

After Easter service with a bunch of Malaysians

Wow... long hair. I nearly forgot I had this pic. LOL.

One Malaysian, one Japanese, one ang-moh (my Media & Comms HOD Dr Gareth Stanton)
and the rest mainland Chinese.

This is the pic that still brings a warmth to my heart (I heart them all!)
and make me all sentimental and nostalgic; taken on the fateful 26 Dec 2004 (tsunami day in SE Asia)

Now for the incoming IMCOMMers

I have always felt a great sense of relief whenever I finish teaching IMCOMM.

Today felt no different.

There's just so much materials to be taught for this subject in the 14 weeks that has been allocated for it.

From the word "go", it has always been about rushing and pushing hard to get it completed while making sure the students understand or, at least, have some idea on the subject. This is the subject upon which the rest builds upon.

And I am so glad to have finished on the final day of the semester just before the exams.

The short semester made it more difficult, but I managed to conquer it all nonetheless.

And good luck to them students for the finals.