where thoughts materialise.

So we're into the sixth version of my blog after the last version hung around for a year or so.

Now, a bit of info on this image. This photo was taken one lovely spring afternoon, featuring the iconic Old Well from the UNC Chapel Hill campus. I would like to think of this image as a tribute to my time in UNC Chapel Hill, the awesome friends I made and the memories I now hold dear.

A milestone in my life indeed.

I've dropped the tagboard cos its useless and taking eons to load. But thanks to Angela who helped me set it up, I still do like and will miss the pink interface.

So yeah, it's the sixth one you fellas!

Yours.

27 April 2008

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Monday, July 11, 2005

The roadmaps of our lives begin with the same generic origin, and ends with a certain destination we all share. What happens in between then becomes the tapestry of our lives as we start to connect the dots from the cradle to the grave.

Steve Job's speech at Stanford's Commencement highlighted this, which for me, was one of the most stirring articles I've read in a long time.

Many people frown upon my decision to enrol in the Faculty of Arts and Social Sciences in NUS because they probably think I can only become a teacher. And their frown turns into disapproval when I tell them I have absolutely no idea what I am going to major in.

To me, the arts and humanities are what I love and all I would give my time to. Studying that, there is no clear destination in life marked down for me. What is marked for sure, would be the decision for me to choose the arts, and that is one pit stop in life I am quite certain will not be erased in this roadmap of life.

On hindsight, there were many connecting dots that has led me to this path. I look back and understand why this fervour for what seems to be the bleak arts and where this passion stemmed from. And ultimately forming what I am today.

And now I quote from Steve Job,

Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward..but it was very, very clear looking backwards now.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward. You can only connect them looking backwards, so you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever - because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you he confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the well-worn path, and that will make all the difference.

Of course, then you'll be taking a chance with time and hoping these dots will connect. What if they never? I guess we have the responsibility to be vigilant in life to make sure the dots will connect one day, however remotely connected they may be.

It's all about following your heart at the end of the day, you only live once and you only get to graduate once (for most of us, that is). So we might as well do what we love, and never regret then on.

Being practical I hear?
I say, passion should never be compromised with practicality. Just think of what would go through your mind at the end of this roadtrip if you had followed the latter - DAMN! I SHOULD'VE...
Snap. The cord of life breaks - too late!

nimgnoy let the night fall at 8:40 AM

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