again

I’m very Chinese at heart; I mean I would think, speak and write spontaneously in Chinese without doubt if given a chance. And I’m glad with that, in fact I’m glad that I have found at least one language for self-expression. Not all people have that. Many, though bilingual, but when comes to writing, found themselves lost with words. I might not be as expressive in English, but at least I try. Being Chinese at heart, I’m deeply influenced by Buddhist culture, thus I’m a believer in fate. Fate composes beautiful stories in life, especially at the most unexpected juncture; it springs wonderful surprises that warm one’s heart. I received an email this morning from a long-lost AEP classmate all the way from UK. For 20 odd years we have not met and never in my mind had I ever thought or tried to get in touch with him again. That’s the usual case; friends just come and go, like fleeting wind, vanishing into the thin air. Ironically, small Singapore might be physically, we are like specks of dust being blown aimlessly on this tiny plot of land, but the probability of us meeting again can be just as small or even smaller. If not for the application I’ve sent weeks ago and coincidentally that my friend happens to be at the exact institution I’m applying, we might not be getting in touch again at all for life.

This entry is for all whose life has crossed path with mine in one way or another; I might not have exactly known or met you before, but I’m sure we are predestined to be acquaintance. Thanks for sharing my passion and pursue in illustration all these while. And thanks to fate which has brought us all together on this little dreamland of mine farfaraway.

PS：the attached drawing is a trail digital collage I did earlier. Though not meant specifically for this blog entry, but it does subconciously depict my quest for a dreamland, maybe far far away.