Thursday, July 30, 2009

Finally I finished my story...

So my creative writing lecturer was giving us a task to write a fictional story. He asked us to generate our ideas from the word dress. He asked us to list down all the things connected with a dress in a mind-mapping manner. I listed out hand-me-down, girl, black dress, tailor-made, party, and expensive brand.

Then, I picked out girl, hand-me-down, and black dress from the list. I was in a mission to create a story. And the idea for the story turns out to be like this. [PS: I am using the first person point of view to write this story, but for the synopsis, I write it in this manner.]

By the way, I name this story as "Measure of a Success."

It is a story of a girl who was the youngest among three sisters. She never really owned her own dress as a child, and she always wore the hand-me-down dresses. She was envious of her classmates who got to wear brand new expensive dresses to school everyday. Her parents, on the other hand, could not afford to buy her a new dress as they came from a poor family. She wore her sisters' hand-me-down dresses and she was quite annoyed because they usually ran out of style once it was her turn to wear them. So, she had an idea to decorate her old dresses with flowers from her backyard or beads from her mother's bead collections. She showed up at school with her re-designed hand-me-down dresses and it was a hit. The next day, the other girls followed suit. She was proud, because by the tender age of six, she was already a trend-setter.

Everyone was impressed by her passion in redesigning her own clothes, except for her mother. Apparently, her mother disapproved of her hobby in clothes-designing. Her mother commented that she ruined the dress by making them looked funny, and that she should just focus on her studies or mix around with the other kids, instead of sitting indoor, designing clothes. Her mother wanted her to be the same like the other children, yet outstanding, like being smart in studies and sports. So, to please her mother, she gave up her hobbies in designing clothes and occupied herself with studies and school stuff. She became straight-A students, from primary school till secondary, just like her sisters, but she felt that she was losing her essence, her one true self. She was good at studies, but studies wasn't her niche.

One day, while babysitting for her neighbour's kids, she ran across an advertisement for a clothes-designing contest. The theme for the contest was "Dare to be Different". The advertisement stimulated her yearning in designing clothes, but there was a catch. The registration fee for the contest was RM50. It was a big amount for her as she came from a poor family. But the prize money was attractive, RM 10 000. She was determined to join this contest, and she went back home to fork out some money from her saving. She only had RM50.

At the same time, her mother asked for RM45 from her to buy a text book for her sister. Her sister needed the text book for her experiment the next week, so she urgently needed to buy it. She was torn. There was no way she is going to give up on her passion for the second time. She walked silently to the store room, took out some old dresses from the plastic and she saw a beautiful black dress. She tore the long skirt to a certain length, added some feathers and shiny black beads and voila, it transformed into a trendy, modern classic black dress. She saw the result and was satisfied with it. After drinking in the look of the dress, she finally made her decision.

She gave her RM50 saving to her mother.

A week later, she felt quite anxious because it was the competition day. She felt the anxiety though she wasn't one of the contestants because she couldn't let go of the thoughts of "What if I had registered for this competition?" from her mind. Her intuition led her to the store room to change into the black dress. She wanted to attend the competition in the black dress to express herself, and to mourn for her opportunity being gone. By the time she arrived at the competition venue, she saw all of the finalists for the contest standing in a line, waiting for the verdict to be announced by the judges. She looked at all of the finalists, realizing it could be her standing there. Tears stung in her eyes. Maybe her passion and ambition to be a fashion designer would not come true and remained just a dream, she thought sorrowfully. She could not control her emotions, and she sobbed, loudly enough for the other audience to stare at her strangely. But she could care less about their impression towards her. Even the judges seated at the front noticed her. The judges were whispering something among themselves, she was embarrassed and walked out of the building to the stairs. There, she sobbed her heart out.

Out of the blue, she saw a masculine hand handing her a handkerchief. She looked up and saw a familiar face. It was Sheeko, the famous fashion designer in Malaysia. He introduced himself as one of the judges and he told her he was intrigued by her sudden appearance among the crowd. He asked if she made the dress herself. She told him redesigned an old dress and he seemed impressed. He apologized that he could not put her into the competition due to the rules and regulations, but he said he would like her to join his team of designers, as one of his protegees. He said that she was what this competition was all about, being "Dare to be Different". She could not believe her ears. Even the cheers from inside the building as the winner was announced could excite her no more.

Her family was speechless when she blurted out the news to them. Her mother was amazed by her determination as she'd always gave in to her before. Teary eyes, her mother looked at her and apologized for not accepting her hobby which turned out to be her ambition and her dream. She told her that she realized that brain and intelligence is not the only measure of a success, but being happy with what you do is the real measurement of success.

Up till today, she still keep her black dress in her boutique, exhibited for all to see. The black dress would always be a reminder and a symbol to her that your passion is the real measure of your success.

PS: I know this story is not a masterpiece, but I still want to put a sign of "DO NOT PLAGIARIZE" and Maureen's copyright.

Monday, July 27, 2009

If I have an eraser..


I would like to erase all the wrong deeds that I done, all my mistakes that I have done without thinking much, and all the bad decisions that I had made...


If I have a remote control,

I would rewind all the happenings back again, and redo everything so that they become better than now.

Well, in reality, I have nothing. Nothing to change all this situation to get back to normal.

But there's a prayer, a hope for a miracle, a hope for a better outcome from every mistake that I've done.

For the things that had gone wrong, I wish they are back to normal. For the things that had been right and improved, I wish they stay the same, good and improved.

I couldn't erase the past happenings, but I can plan for tomorrow's event.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

In Loving Memory..


Bad news were everywhere...

But I never thought it could be this worse...

Yasmin Ahmad, the best director in Malaysia (I can declare this without much doubt) passed away about 11.25 pm
Saturday night, 25th July 2009.

It was shocking and sad.

I knew the news from my friend's shout out in facebook.

I had dreams to become a movie director, and she was kind of my role model for daring to be different, and I planned maybe I could meet h
er one day, to ask her about what thing that made her so motivated to bring out her ideas and make them significant.

This plan remains a fantasy..

Her passing away reminds me of Michael Jackson's death just about a month ago, on 25th June.


He was born the same year as Yasmin Ahmad too.. on the year 1958.

They passed away with an unfinished plan. Or specifically, in the middle of fulfilling the plan for their latest project.

Michael: His concert tour.

Yasmin Ahmad: Her commercial project. And many of her future movie plans.


They were sad, shocking deaths...

Great people just passed away during their moment of glory..

I wondered what will happen to those they left behind.

Michael, his children.

Yasmin Ahmad, her husband and an adorable daughter.

I can't even think about it..


I lit up a virtual candle for your memory here in my heart.


May you both rest in peace, Amen.



Thursday, July 23, 2009

A Sigh of Relief!

Today, my club's booth is closing. The feedback from the juniors were awesome. It was an increase in number for this year's participants. I just hope that the membership is not just in the form of names but in the forms of participation and then commitment. Last year when I was a junior, I was introduced to Catholic Undergraduate Society (CUS) by my own sister, Melissa. Then I began to join in some of the activities.

Last year, I was the one at the other side of the booth, then this year, I would be the one telling them information about this club, the activities, and what I myself didn't know last year. There's just a nervous feeling inside of me, just like the people at the other side of the booth because there's a slight of insecurities where I was not sure if I can answer each of the question matter-of-factly. Thank God finally it's over, and it was quite a fun experience though tiring. There were problems during the process of opening the booth, but thank God everything is okay now. There's just some worries in the future. It's the upcoming PCC Concert, and I hope I will be able to sell off the tickets. So far, I just sold them to three persons. One was a Singaporean lady who bought the ticket not for herself, but she asked the former president of my club to give the ticket that she bought to those who cannot afford to attend the concert. What a kind lady.

I hope the feedback to the PCC concert will be as good as the feedback for CUS club recruitment or even better. This I hope, and pray. ;)


Friday, July 17, 2009

I'm Sorry Sis Melissa........

Dear Mel,

I am sorry for complaining about you behind your back in front of Stephanie during the taklimat I attended. I complained that you forced me to eat at your place though I told you I would have my lunch provided while attending the USM brand taklimat. I was quite unsatisfied that time, for I was selfish. I only think about how tired I was going to be to walk to your place, even after I had my lunch at DUP. When I finally reached your house, and was treated well by you and your housemates, I just realized that a meal at your place there was priceless compared to the meal experience I had elsewhere, though the one I had at DUP was a free meal. The meal at your home was better, because first of all, the food reminds me of home, and the atmosphere reminds me of family, and it brought out the sense of belongingness. I will never again reject any offer to have meal at your place, unless I am really busy that time. That is, if you still think inviting me to have meal at your place is still worth considering.

Then today, about the selling-tickets thingy, I am sorry if I hurt your feelings when I seemed to be forcing you to help me sell the concert tickets in front of the church, and hurt your feelings saying you should help me since you would not be helping at the booth the coming weekdays, when you were the one who helped me do the decoration on the manila cards for the booth. Yes, I realized I am an idiot sometimes for speaking insensitively, since I should know that words, the verbal abuse, can be more hurting than physical abuse. I am really sorry, sister, for being such a loser sister.

Talking about insensitive, I think I should take care of my manners more. I cut the queue while waiting to get the food during the taklimat break. Thank God there were Melissa and her PERKASA friends who gently let us cut their queue.. Sorry, girls!! I should've known better, not to do this embarassing stuff to you guys. I am such a humiliation my club. Huhu~! Such insensitive of me. AH ya, talking about your name pulak, yesterday, I met three Melissa's, including you in a day. I could've meet four Melissa's yesterday if only Mellisa Reeve join us for Bon Odori. Hehe.. Too bad she didn't join. During the morning, I met Melissa (pharmacy student, from Taekwondo club) who was a very nice senior. She was all smiley, and she reminds me of our cousin, Sharon. She still remembers me, and I was glad and touched. I mean, I am used to being a forgettable character for being quiet person during certain gatherings and meetings. I must at least meant something, if people remembers my face.

Then, during the taklimat break, there's another Melissa (PERKASA club, my friend/coursemate) whom I met during the breakfast moment. She was very friendly, and she reminds me of cousin Alysia She's just so sporting and happy-go-lucky like Alysia. There's never a place I could see Mel without cheering people around her. I realized that I am seeing our family in forms of my friends. How lucky could I be? And there was you, Melissa too, hehe, and you of course is yourself, my sister. Whom I always complained about, but at the end of the day, I know that without you, I won't survive my days in university. I am really sorry sis for taking you for granted sometimes. During the Bon Odori, sorry I could not spend time and take photos with you guys like I planned to.. Did you guys take photos without me? If yes, please photoshop my face inside. If no, not needlah.. Hehe..

I am sorry for not making your lives any easier. For those my friends out there too, if I ever hurt you guys and if you are reading this, I never meant to hurt you guys. Never!! Believe me. If there's anything I could do to erase all that hurts caused by me to those of you out there, curse me, hit me, hurt me back, do anything to me, mock me, (I will lose my dignity for saying these all, but I don't care anymore) but please, pretty please, forgive me.. And don't ever end this friendship and this sistership we have..... Amen......


Your sorry sister, (and I am sorry too you have a sister like me),
Maureen. (don't want to put family name cause later buat malu mak bapak.. huhu!)

It's Raining...


I lost my aunt because of Cancer. (;_;)

I lost my cat, and two kittens because of... I don't know.. It was not stated in my sister's sms to me. But I am soooooooooooo going to miss them, though I did not make their lives any easier when they lived. (-_-)

I got this message in the middle of a crowd, and I could not show my emotions. I had to control them. (*_*)

And maybe I am too lost even to know what's going on with people around me, near and far.. (=_=)



Reminder: And I have to wake up early tomorrow to attend something compulsory (which provides food, aha!!) for my club.



Thursday, July 16, 2009

I Miss the Time..

- when I was able to have a good night sleep, worrying only about tomorrow, and not about next week, next semester's activities, and much more.

- when I could spend time with my friends in informal activities, having fun, no worries, and free from stress.

-when I only have to worry about academics and the weather and nothing else.

-when I would not be judged just based on my efficiency to do something, but by my ability to make people laugh.


- when being responsible is only a bonus quality, but not a necessity.

But, as we grow up, we have to embrace responsibilities. No matter how heavy the burden is, no matter how busy you are, no matter how dilemma you face to say no because you have to give time to the other activities, you have to know what your PRIORITIES are. Sometimes we make mistakes. Sometimes we make the wrong decision. I hope I can give my full commitments to the activities I am obliged to. I hope I won't disappoint anybody. It's hard, but I will try my best.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Somewhere I belong..

Usually, people think that being a mixed-blood is a big advantage for being able to master more than one dialect since young. In short, you have two mother tongues because you speak in two languages since young. Being a mixed-blood myself, I do enjoy mingle with people from different races and cultures, the ones from my Chinese side and also the ones from my Melanau side. It was the best during festive seasons. When I was small, we celebrated both Christmas and Chinese New Year though it was costly. Our relatives from different backgrounds, Chinese and Melanau came to gather while visiting our home for Christmas nor Chinese New Year. That's why it is no surprise if mixed-blood people tend to be able to adjust themselves to different cultures easily because they are exposed to different cultures since small.

But, there's not always a too good to be true situation. Something that seems so good has its bad side too. Yes, there's also a bad side for being a mixed-blood. I used to hear my father's colleague, who was a mixed-blood too, said that being a mixed-blood made him faced the dilemma many times. He is a mixed-blood of Chinese and Melanau too, like my family. So, he said that, whenever he is with his Chinese relatives, he felt that there's an invisible gap because he is half Melanau. Then whenever he is with his Melanau relatives, he's always called anik Kina (anak Cina or Chinese child) which automatically made him felt distant from them, though related.

I felt the same too. Whenever I tried to embrace the Chinese culture, I felt as if it doesn't suits me wholly. I mean, yes, I can practice some of the Chinese culture during Chinese New Year, but to be totally Chinese just to fit in with my Chinese relatives, that is something I cannot wholly embrace because first, some of it doesn't fit my religion. Then, there's the language gap I had. I did not study Chinese formally, so I was more exposed to the national language and also English, though I couldn't really master both languages. The one language that I am sure I mastered was Rojak language. So, I couldn't really fit in with my Chinese's relatives interests, which was more to the Taiwan pop cultures. Then, there's Melanau part of me. Honestly, I never attend the Pesta Kaul which was an important event among the Melanau society. Though I looked Melanau, my slang and clothing style was more to Chinese, and I felt like I could not embrace the Melanau culture as good too. I could only embrace some of Melanau culture, which is its language, and that's it. It was as if I have to accept both culture only shallowly, but not too deep. It's because I am mixed, and I wasn't really exposed deeply to either culture.

It hurts much sometimes to know that you don't really belong to either one culture, when you thought you were supposed to be the one rich with cultures. That is why sometimes, I could find comfort in someone who is mixed-blood too, my first cousins, my best friend and also some friends here in Penang. Maybe it's true that mixed-bloods doesn't really belong to either culture, like the colour purple. It was a mixture of red and blue, it is neither red or blue. It's both. So, it seems that I have to embrace both cultures to be comfortable with myself and be sure that this is somewhere I belong, not to one culture but BOTH.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Bowling Madness!!

I woke up early today, played Pet Society and I got ready at 11 a.m. because me and my CUS seniors and juniors were going bowling at Bukit Jambul complex. Yeah, seniors and juniors, and I was the only one who is 2nd year. Because of the heavy rain last night, I opted to wear slippers instead of sneakers.

There were ten of us joining the outing, but my two friends Siaw Yan and Stephanie did not join the game, and chose to shop around the complex instead. So, that left the eight of us. We took the draw, and I was in Group two, same group with my sister Melissa, and it was like fate when we took the draw, we always got the same group. The same thing happened during CUS camp, where me and my sister were in the same group too.


Group 1 consists of Mellisa (leader), Angel, Matthlessa, and Micheal (junior).

vs.

Group 2 consists of Melody (leader), Melissa (my sister), me, and Jasper (junior).

Let the game begins.

First game:
So, our team was hopeless at first as me and my sister's balls went down the drain, but thanks to Melody and Jasper who came to the rescue, they were real good bowlers.
I kept getting zero mark, then I began to lose hope, when I asked for Melody guidance, she gave me tips to focus on the middle, and I did what she told me to do.

I focused on the middle, and BAMM!!


Unbelievable!!

STRIKE!!!!

My first time scoring and it was straight to strike!!

I was grateful to Melody for giving me the tips to play bowling, if no my bowling ball will go down the drain for the zillionth times.

And guess what, Group 2 won. YABEDABEDOO!!

Second game:

Our team was starting off badly, thanks to us Chua sisters. (Hehe, guilty face) Then suddenly, my sister got STRIKE, and it was a joyous moment for our team. Melody and her both who got strike was eligible for 2nd draw as they got another 10 marks after the strike, so that was when our team scored many points, and of course our team won the second game again.

2ND TIME VICTORY~!!

It was fun though I humiliated myself with my lousy skill in bowling but as people said, experiencing it is more important than just to be good at it. If you never experience it, how do you know if the game suits you or not? Right? Furthermore, we were playing it for fun and to spend some quality time with friends.

Honestly, I enjoyed this day very much. Thank God, I can finally tell people that I ever played bowling. ;)

Friday, July 10, 2009

Have you ever experienced this??

1.) Receive a phonecall in the middle of your lunch (meaning, around 11.40, when the sun is extremely hot) that you have to go to the cubicle at Dewan Budaya right that moment to take some important document and then go to HEP office immediately after that? (HEP is bahagian Hal Ehwal Pelajar, fyi, and is closed at 12 p.m. on Fridays, fyi).. Would you do it?

2.) Then after going through all of that, you walk down the hill from HEP building to Fajar Harapan as fast as possible cause there's going to be a club activity near there which is going on at 12.30 p.m., and you are going in charge of the food that is going to be served? (Not need to mention with the sweat on..)

3.) Then, when you arrived at Fajar Harapan, you have to walk up to the top floor and take down two big bottles with some thank God, superlight junk food down to the venue at Tasik Harapan again right that moment?

4.) Then, you saw yourself as a late comer though you had planned that you are going to be punctual for the first time in your life since the gathering is going on just right beside your hostel?

5.) Then, thank God the gathering was relaxing and ambiguosly warm, but then you realized your hair was messy and you were sweating because of the previous tough activities that you've done? (e.g of activities: running up and down the hill as fast as you could, then walk to the top floor of your hostel and then continue with a club activity)

6.) Then your activity ends at 2.20pm and you have class at 3.00 pm but you were sweating profusely so you have to take a shower because there's no way you're going to show up with an extremely wet T-shirt?


Huhu~ Guess what? I did all of that today. Unexpectedly. I am not complaining ,don't get me wrong. If I could be of any help, I would gladly offer my help, but if it was a very short notice and it was something extremely important, one thing for sure, I am not good at dealing with that kind of situation and I could never imagine myself doing all this manly tiring stuff all in one day when I expect it to be my not so tiring day of the week. Thank God again I was not that late for my lecture. Phew~! And I got to sit in front too because my course mates offered me to sit with them, so I joined my course mates and sat with them. We got a better view when sitting in front. I think I was amazed at myself for able to shower in 5 minutes before I attend the lecture, including hair-washing!! Call me mandi kerbau or what, I even bath faster than the buffaloes!!

PS: Ah ya, I need to find who's the owner of a blue umbrella because he/she left it near the Tasik Harapan after the gathering.. Hmm, I wonder whose umbrella-ella-eh-eh-eh-eh is that?

Thursday, July 9, 2009

I Believe I Can Sing..

So I was attending this singing practice 8 pm tonight for the Catholic Undergraduate Students (CUS)'s gathering tomorrow. I was shocked to find I was the second earliest to arrive at DUP second floor, the place we chose for our practice session for tomorrow's activity. I was like, okay (proud for being early for the first time) and the earliest was Juslin, a girl my age but she was a 3rd year student. At least being the earliest after her, I got to break the ice. I don't know why but I am not a person who can talk a lot in a group. I only talk a lot more when it's one on one. Call me weird, but I bet some of you out there has this similarity with me too. :) I was impressed she knew how to play the guitar because I've never seen her play one before.

Then, along came Marcela, then Arthur. It was just the four of us, plus Augustine, who then joined us later. I was like, no, just the five of us? This means, they're going to notice my lousy voice. I mean, I only sing in a loud voice confidently when I am at home, and even with all that confidence, I always got corrected by my sister for singing off-key. I could not raise my voice especially when singing church hymns. I was like, help me, God!! Help me!! I envy Marcela's strong vocal and Juslin's melodious singing. My voice, on the other hand, was like a guy's voice. I really believed that Sabahan truly have natural singing talent in their blood. Maybe Sarawakians was more to dancing, though I suck at it. But when I observed my Sarawakian friends and also the view from my sister, yeah, I truly believe that Sarawakian's talent was more to dancing. Maybe I have to try out Tarian Moden Ko-k next semester, hmm...

Moment of Beseech: Oh, God.... Please help me for my singing tomorrow. And please, do not rain tomorrow, because we are going to have our gathering at Tasik Harapan.. (Even if we do have umbrella, tak syoklah buat action song pakai payung..)

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

I hope I won't regret......

For just taking 17 unit this semester.. I finally chose to drop Spanish language course over Children Literature because I had enough unit for university courses. Thanks to my friend who mentioned it to me, I knew I had enough unit, or else I will remain blur in darkness and thought that 18 unit is the minimum requirement to fulfill the unit for university courses.

This morning, I had class as early as 9 am.. Thank God this semester I do not have any 8 a.m class, but touch wood, I haven't know the times for my major tutorial slots yet. If I could choose, the earliest class that I can attend is 10 am. Serious. I am a pig when it comes to waking up early. The earliest class today was Creative Writing (LHP453). I expected the lecturer would be a female lecturer named Dr Zarina binti Mustapha who used to teach my sister Creative writing too, but when I entered the class, I saw a male lecturer, so hesitantly I asked "Is this LHP453 class" with a blurry face in front of the other students. Ya, they were all seated, so I was late for class again, as usual. I chose at the seat at the back because there was barely any seat left for late comers. Next time, I should bear in mind that I should not be late for classes like this.

The male lecturer, whom I think looked like Indian, introduced himself as D09/003 which I mistakenly heard as "39003." I guess I have hearing problem. He introduced himself using his room number to let us be more curious to know him, in my opinion. Then he reveal to us something about the course, and said that this course is not all about writing short stories, he wanted us to do something like copywriting too. I was like, I heard of copywriting before, but what the heck really is copywriting? I mean, I only heard of it, but I am not sure what a copywriter really does. Call me ignorance or anything, I know I'm one. Then he asked if any of us has a blog. A senior whom I think is a Kenny Sia look-alike raised up his hand. Then after a while, the lecturer asked if there is any other person who keeps a blog besides the Kenny Sia look-alike. {I guess I should inspect what his name is or else I would be rude to call someone Kenny Sia look-alike in my blog and repeat it again and again.} I did not raise my hand. I felt self-conscious of my language standard here. Besides, the way I perceive myself in this blog is different from the way other people perceive me (I think lah~!)

Then he asked us to write a poem as our first task for the day, and we had to hand in the task right before the class ends. You know what I did? Automatically, what came to my mind when he mentioned the word 'poem' was the poem I wrote to my mother for Mothers' Day when I was 16 years old. Well, he didn't mention we had to think of a poem spontaneously right? He only mentioned we should not plagiarize other people's poem. So, I took out my pencil trying to recall back the poem I wrote to my mother ages ago. Oh, damn, I am so old now. I forgot how I was when I was 16. (-_-)

The poem goes like this.

Close to you is where I shall stay,
On a sunny nor a rainy day,
Because I know that you will pray,
Even when your hair turns gray,
For me and for our family,
You wish the best for eternity,
"Thank you Mom " then I will say,
On this beautiful Mothers' Day.

I guess I left some of the lines out because I think this poem actually was not as short as this when I wrote it to my mother, but the lecturer said we just need to produce a stanza of poem. So I guess this is sufficient enough for a stanza. (Comforting myself la katakan)..This poem has no ambiguity, it has no simbolic attribution. What you read is what you get. No conotation, just denotation.

Then after this class, I had a lecture at 11 am and man, the lecture halls were full of students because students from other schools also took up this course which is offered by the School of Humanity. Therefore, I shoud bear in mind that I should be more punctual for this lecture. I chose the tutorial from 10 to 11 am because I am too lazy to wake up early for the 9 am to 10 am class though most of my coursemates are in that class. Huhu~! Why I choose laziness over being with coursemates? I could not understand myself sometimes.

After all this chaotic moments, I finally get to rest and had a good lunch with my kind friend/former hostel mate named Lee Ying and we had our lunch at Shuang Xing. She moved to University Height. It was more convenient cause she and her housemates can cook on their own.

This semester, my courses was all about English because I just dropped the foreign language subject that I enrolled in. Hopefully I wont regret. Anyway, I can always take it during the next semester.

PS: Haiz, I have to attend a CUS meeting tonight and hope everything goes well as planned. Chao. Signing off.