On the night before my exam, I saw stars in the Malaysian sky for the first time.

With an apparent magnitude of around −4, it shone brilliantly among the scattered pinpricks around it. I checked my star chart and recognized Venus, the symbol of love and beauty.

Funny: three years ago, when a crowd of us huddled on the balcony of Room 2901 in the middle of the night, this very same morning star was what we found through the telescope. In my memory, it glittered just as brightly then.

Three years: far too long, far too short. Either way, tomorrow always comes.

“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands.”

I may not believe in horoscopes, luck, or any of that, but I am still willing to believe that this bright star—and the constellation drawn by those dimmer lights around it—was a blessing meant for me.