the swan song


I haven’t written in a long time. Inspiration was lacking, but perhaps more than that, I felt tired. Bored, in fact. It’s a dangerous routine, when you see yourself allowing dormancy to avoid the effort of advancing. There’s a distinctive difference between rest and dormancy, one is active in promoting self-care and the other is passive in allowing decay. Spring Break came at a great time then, to allow myself to be re-inspired, reinvigorated and energized to start performing my Swan Song. I have Four Quarters left in Northwestern – and it’s time to start thinking about what they mean.

To my regular readers, I’m sure you notice the trend. I always come back after traveling with new energy and vision. This time, that force is coupled with my innate desire to leave a legacy everywhere I go in crafting this Swan Song. Four Quarters isn’t a long time. It’s a roadmap ; a runway to a bigger hope. I decided at the end of last year that my goal this year is to Heal the World, to move away from indulgence in the passions of the flesh and to think more about the pains of this generation. The next year ahead is dedicated to that goal. I’ve always believed that we must live by bigger themes, ideas that are bigger than the ‘Me, Myself and I’. It gives us perspective and a foundation for the tougher parts of our lives.

So what is this song? What is this story I am dying to tell? It’s the tale of the human soul and its energy. Imagine the soul is an orb, and if you look into it you see energy, innately attached to how you feel, dream and act. That orb can be tapped into for so much power, like when people cheer at a Football game and you hear the roar of emotion. Yet that same orb, like a nuclear device, is also so vulnerable. It can be cracked, broken or worst, corrupted. I’ve spent the last few years exploring the human soul, keeping an eye on the spectrum I’ve encountered – from the absolutely inspiring to the broken and battered to the uncouth and vulgar. My hope then is to help people realize the role they have in taking pride in their souls, to help heal the broken orbs and hopefully uncorrupt the dirtied ones.

I’ve taken on multiple projects to help me write my Swan Song. The most prominent is that of my role in IFC as VP Membership Development. I’ll be honest ; when I was elected I was sincere in my hope of promoting better education but was ignorant of the realities of the community. Yet as I let myself be open to hearing people talk and share their stories, I realized the immense gap we have in addressing real issues, and the burden of the role. That burden has become more and more my own , a weight I’ve started to carry to build the empathy needed to make this role as useful as it can be.  This project is to build an Development Culture in the Greek Community as an example of the positive and open attitude needed to build awareness, discuss and act on important issues in a college environment.

The next is to use my vocation as a nexus to do be a positive influence in the world. While the first project looked at improving culture, this looks at starting a new trend, where we realize we live in a new era, completely dictated by us, that can see doing good as just as profitable and sustainable when integrated with the skills we’ve learnt. Lattice is a collective built with friends of mine, that aims to use technology to do good, not as a side effect but as a main goal. We’re trying to engage the paradigm shift in technology and design that is either divided in non-profit or profit work, and blur the lines to show that they are not dichotomous.  Innovate and create, but above all aim to do good with what you do. We have a few design projects we want to push out before we graduate, and this is honestly one of the most exciting things I’ll look forward to doing in college. Promoting dialogue, increasing empathy and healing wounds are all themes addressed by our projects.

The last project I have in mind is one of storytelling, something I’ve always been passionate about. Through my work in video production and writing, i’ve become confident in the ability of content mediums to influence and change perspectives, to transform culture. I have yet to decide exactly what medium I plan to use, but my hope is to produce a series of content that talks about the human soul and how we can come together.

Ambitious projects are my signature. I think there’s value in dreaming big and taking the challenges others shy away from. But beyond all of that, the biggest value here is the opportunity to potentially figure out solutions to some of the most common problems in the human world. Hate, distrust and ignorance could be eroded if we figured out how to talk to the soul.  That in itself is worth all the effort in the world.

Hope must win. Hope will win.



breath of the dragon – visiting east asia (part #2 – Shanghai)


Shanghai – most people’s true gateway to China.  Most people think of Hong Kong as the best window into understanding the mainland, but in Shanghai only can one truly appreciate Chinese policy and influence with the familiar allure of a mega-city.  Shanghai’s main draw for the traveler aren’t just the pompous parties and beautiful skylines – there’s a story to be shared behind the draws of a city that was once divided and distributed to various international powers. To truly witness the struggle of a population with its own modernity, Shanghai unveils itself for you.


Some history is probably necessary to understand Shanghai. After the First Opium War, which the Chinese lost, Shanghai was conceded (together with other ports such as Hong Kong) to the British. This led to the eventual formation of the International Settlement and the French Concession, a separate agreement made by the French because they probably thought they were special. The Bund then, is one of the most prominent remnants of the International Settlement, with old colonial style buildings lined up for all to awe at. Some of the buildings have interesting stories to them, especially ‘Big Ching’, based off ‘Big Ben’ in London, that you can see in the picture.


What the Bund is more famous for though, is this amazing view of Pudong. It’s a lot better at night, but Pudong is essentially the Communist Government’s attempt at building a modern financial capital on the mainland away from Hong Kong. It’s been developed in the past 15 years only, causing massive changes in the environment and a very strong boast of the extent of Chinese willpower. Some buildings stand out for their gawkiness and some just stand absolutely majestic, but all in all Pudong from the Bund is a view worth catching.


The French Concession is worth visiting too, it’s picturesque and its roads remind you of the alleys in Paris, with trees forming a shelter over the walkways. It’s filled with boutique fashion shops mostly, but take a trip to Tianzifang nearby and be overwhelmed by the transformation of the alleys to accommodate budding artists and craftsmen. It’s a supposed ‘hipster hangout’, although I’d dare say anyone can find something of interest here.


Along the same lines of conservation and transformation, visit Xintiandi which is just north-east of Tianzifang. Although the eateries in this place are a bit more up-market, stroll around the neighborhood to witness how the old ‘shikumen’ houses (colonial facades with localised Asian interiors) are preserved. Cited as an exemplar of modern preservation methods, this neighborhood feels different from the rest of Shanghai and leaves you to imagine a different time. The site of the first congress of the Communist Party of China is here as well,  and with free entry you can gain insight into the rationale behind the formation of the Communist Party and the epic saga that ensued. Propaganda or not, it leaves you enlightened into the mantra spread across the mainland : The Communist Party is a necessary force for China’s freedom.

yuyuan gardens

Take a trip into Old Shanghai, by visiting YuYuan gardens, a beautiful enclosed neighborhood of old style buildings and rock gardens. One can spend a half day here just walking around and admiring the architectural beauty of the place. The Huxinting Teahouse (in picture) has witnessed many annals of history , most prominently being used a base in the Opium War and seeing Bill Clinton drink tea in its premises. You can witness many old Chinese crafts and trades in the Tourist mart, although I’d advise bargaining to around 20% of the price. I managed to knock down a bundle of items from 400 Yuan to 80 Yuan, and all I had to do was to stand my ground. After you’re done with the premises, walk around the extended neighborhood , in around a 50m radius to see more of Shanghai’s old architectural styles and take a whiff of how this city used to look like before Pudong became the standard.


Shanghai cuisine is defined by sweet flavors and dumplings. I never knew how much I loved dumplings till I came to this city. Yang’s dumplings by far command a dominant place in my list of ‘Food I wish I could try again’ . Located in the food street of Huanghe Road, these dumplings are pan fried and hold together a mix of wholesome meat and delicious soup. They don’t skimp on any thing – quality nor quantity , but the best part is that your wallet hardly feels a pinch. You would be foolish to visit Shanghai and not try these.


What is more famously known though, are the Shanghai soup dumplings. Sometimes called the xiaolongbao (although many would dispute it based on the thickness of the skin) , these soup dumplings spill out such rich and savory flavors that you could go for 5-8 at a time. There are many that are famous and there’s even a XLB index out there to help guide your choices although the XLBs near the City of God Temple are a good start. I’ve tried XLBs in Singapore and Taiwan, and the Shanghai ones are definitely royalty .


Many people say Shanghai is just a great city to party and make money. That’s true – I had one of my better parties in Shanghai. Mint, the club I was brought to, had a shark tank in it. I’m not kidding.

But to the true traveler, Shanghai invites a discussion on a shotgun transformation from old city to new. To serve this demand of modernity, people influx from all over the region and what you face is this interesting misplacement of cultures and values in a city that probably requires something else. Notice the taxi driver I caught, stopping his car in the middle of the road and going to take a piss in the probably recently pruned garden.

The young people definitely don’t show any signs of being out of place. They’re raucous, ambitious and above all else, optimistic about the future. Shanghai is their playground, and they will dominate it.

Special thanks to George Mao (for hosting me), Isabelle (aka Rat-Slinger), Karin, Jing, Cooper, Jimmy Zhao, Justin, Alan, Cheryl, Clare and Jing, for the amazing time in Shanghai and taking me off the beaten path.  Next post is on Taiwan.

Till then,


romance is not dead

It’s my birthday in 4 days. I’m turning 22. There’s a lot of meaning to the number, most of them defined by ourselves. Someone told me it’s a year to think of second chances, to decide to make the decisions you never had the courage to make before. Someone else told me it’s the year to start cherishing your youth even more, because the road ahead is one that demands losing your youth. Honestly,I’m ambivalent about turning 22.

To a lot of my friends, they’ve hit the point where birthdays are just more days in their lives. Sure they’ll throw a party or invite friends over, but they care less about turning older, and just are happy to have an occasion to get drunk or spend time with friends.

Contrastingly, I love birthdays. Maybe it’s a product of my fear of mortality, but I cherish every year I’m alive – I use every birthday as a milestone to check where I am in my life, and to celebrate my friends’ and family’s importance in my life.  I look back on the year between my birthdays and attempt to distinguish if I’ve truly ‘grown up’. Have I made progress towards my goals in life? I also start deciding how I want to grow in the year ahead.

Perhaps it’s fitting then that I’m spending my 22nd birthday up in the air, on a plane between Chicago and Singapore. I gave myself the goal of seeing more of this world , of loving and getting hurt, and of creating beautiful things. I did all that and more probably, and have been reciprocatively cherished by many others. I have seen romance dance its way into my life, and terrorise me with its powers. I have had doors opened to me that remind me of how incredibly lucky and privileged I am in life. I am then presented with the fact that the world needs me and others to act, because it’s suffering – pain extinguishes any flame that it desires to light. It was on accident that I discovered this hurt. I was looking for beauty, and instead I found that beauty lays with despair.

The rose must come with its thorns, and the silver lining appears only on the dark clouds. Understanding this duality has brought to me to my goal for the year ahead. I mentioned this in my New Year Resolution post, but it took me a while longer to solidify what I wanted to do.

The truth this world is hurting. When I was in San Francisco recently, I saw so many people living in boom, but also so many homeless and drug addicts. It scared me to think that some of these people would die without the dignity  of having lived a healthy life. In Sabah, Singaporeans died following the tragic earthquake. Some of these were Primary School kids. It killed me that these kids lost their future , a promise so full with potential and yet something so easily gone. These are just recent observations. There’s so much more – so many problems that need people to put their heads to it and act.

I’ve become a much firmer believer in the idea of disruptive processes. The system doesn’t work. Open your eyes, look and observe. To play within the rules is to accept defeat before you even make your first move. Change the rules, and make power moves that will benefit society. Businesses are the best vehicles for these, but I’m starting to looking even beyond businesses to see what other mediums can help me make impact on the societies that exist.

I’m spending my 23rd year learning how to heal this world. I’ll start with smaller case studies, learn what approaches work, develop my own methodology and export that to hopefully mobilise others to devote their lives to solving the needs of this world.

I spent my 22nd year looking for beauty and find hurt along the way. I’m spending my 23rd birthday looking for hurt, and hope to find romance along the way. The kind of romance that makes you fall in love with people, that kind of romance that makes you feel alive, the kind of romance that inspires.

Because what it does it mean to live, if you don’t love.



ugh, feelings

It’s almost the end of the quarter. Winter turned out to be a lot more fulfilling and meaningful than I hoped.

Aside from the weather, which has become a lot more of a metaphor than anything else to be honest, the quarter was packed with friendships strengthened, experiences encountered and ambitions fulfilled.

Let’s start with the beginning. I walked into the quarter having completed #77breaths and coming back from Europe with two of my best friends. I was looking for something when I went to Europe ; I was looking for the person I thought I was before I came to college. College broke me slightly – I was shocked by how much I underestimated the age gap and at the same time I was disappointed by the bubble that people seemed to be trapped in. I had campaigned against the bubble when I was in Singapore, and here I was slowly seeing myself being trapped in it. I had decided to be a slightly different person coming into college, but after Europe I realised I was comfortable with the person I always was.

With #77breaths under my belt, I knew again the value of grit. I came back, ready to make some big moves. I continued in the same spirit – not a single weekend was left unscathed by some event or another. I was enjoying the process of meeting my newly made brothers in Lambda Chi Alpha and eventually ran for the position of Vice-President (External) with the value of my experience and my earnestness to help the house. When I was elected , the affirmation of who I was continued to manifest in the reception I got. Aside from rapidly expanding my social circles and experiences, the house has definitely given me an important platform from which I wish to do more in my life.

I struggled initially with taking five courses to meet EDB’s requirement for me to graduate in 3 years but I got on track again once I started figuring out the tricks of the trade. With the help of my friends and faculty I was able to quickly navigate the school and make use of its resources while again expanding my social depth in the school.

Probably the most significant thing of the quarter has to be the pure variety of experiences. From going to Dayton, Ohio for a triathlon to planning one of the country’s largest student run festivals to purely hanging out with friends from all kinds of backgrounds ; I never had a week without the feeling of exhilaration. #77breaths had spoiled me – I wasn’t going to settle for the mediocre.

And that taught me to shave off the mediocre from my life. Anything or anyone that did not seem to add to the person I wanted to become or to the world as a whole, were quickly reconciled and kept away. Be nice, do what needs to be done, but do not subject yourself to unnecessary mediocrity.

I discovered love in all its forms – from family, friends, and the weirdos who care about me more than it makes sense.

The quarter isn’t nearly done – there’s Dance Marathon , a few other Fraternity events, elections for NUSAF (the Singapore Association) , and so many more meetups. Of course Finals as well, but we’ll get through that. I’m already planning for Spring Quarter and I’ve filled up half my weekends already.

Do I miss home? Yes, dearly. My family especially. But I’m learning to live, and I’m glad my family and friends are able to be a part of that through social media. I’ll come back, I say. Till my last breath, I won’t forget you all; the ones who made my life magnificent.

I’m eating giants for breakfast.


in tribute to the universe – part #3 (infect me with the travel bug)

When I was a kid, I wanted to travel like crazy. It was always a childhood ambition. My biggest dream was to travel to the US. I’d always ask my parents , “When are we going to the US?” , and they’d reply “Ask God. Just pray.” Despite their intentions to get me to rely on God, I hated the reply. It seemed like there wasn’t a desire to make it happen. I wanted to see all these grand and majestic sights that they’d show on the television and internet. I wanted to see the same places my friends were visiting. I didn’t appreciate then how difficult it would have been for a family of my size to afford trips to countries in the West ; but I also knew I wanted to make it there as soon as I could.

With a mix of grace, fortune and a good head , I found myself in Boston when I was 15 as a result of being shortlisted for a programme to Harvard. We went as a school group, but because of the uniqueness of the programme, we ended up having as unstructured a programme as we could have. It gave us the  opportunity to see a bit more of Cambridge Town, and Boston – and that was when I was enthralled to study in the States. Fast forward to when I was 17, and I was shortlisted to travel to Hong Kong University by myself to see the University. Again, being by myself, I saw Hong Kong and was dazzled by the difference in culture. I wanted to learn, and be fed with stories.

When I finally got the EDB scholarship, I knew my dreams were being realised. I was going to be able to study in the States. I had played the game, and I was winning , but I also knew the craving to discover could not be limited to the States any more. I wanted to know what was in every corner of this world – what had God built , and what had people made out of it? How did people live , and did they face the same issues as us back in Singapore? Are we truly the same, or are we unique beyond resolution? I gave myself significant goals this year ;  but the most significant of  them was to travel at least once every two months. To get out, discover, and most importantly apply myself. I wanted to use the stories I had gained and make new things – I did not want to be a passive consumer.

So I did exactly that.

I visited Vietnam in January as a Post-ORD Trip with Ding Hao. Thanks for being exactly the kind of travel buddy I need, fun and not rigid ; and most importantly adventurous.

I had tons of fun meeting people like Bradley (who would  have thought when we met at the Burger Bar, we’d find out we were actually room-mates) , Angus, Megan , Sadie, Ronny  –  right in my hostel.  Thanks for making our time in Vietnam as enjoyable as it was, and being great hostel-mates. You guys were our first hostel-mates, and it definitely encouraged me to stay in hostels in the future. Again, if you guys are ever in Singapore, give me a holler and we’ll hang out.

The next major trip was to Cambodia with Ivfen , Luke, Leon . The trip started off with an adventure in itself with Ivfen missing her flight because of a miscommunication between the airport and us. This was probably a defining trip simply because of the level of adventure I experienced on the trip . Thanks guys for being such sporting companions and definitely making the trip an exciting one. Also I was really grateful to Sokpier, Reaksmey and everyone else in the village we visited for hosting us, taking care of us and showing us authentic Cambodian hospitality.This was probably when I discovered the need for authentic experiences – not just tragedy tourism, not just commercial tourism but a discovery of everything the country is .

There were a lot of trips in between, with the Gushcloud gang to FMFA in KL, with my church to Cameron Highlands and a bunch of others with my family to neighboring cities but the next defining trip was the one to Europe.

EDB has a programme in which it offers to sponsor its scholars a language programme while waiting for school, and a trip to the country of practice to take a course there as well. I had been taking German for a while and so  used the opportunity to make a whole Eurotrip of it all.

I start in Berlin where I meet my host, Marina ,who was the sweetest person ever. She helped me practice my German every morning, and did not withhold any sense of German experience from me (she taught me how to be environmentally friendly too) . I also had the best housemates, but I’ve misplaced their names (I don’t want to spell them wrongly) who cooked authentic meals and showed me places they already knew.

I also had the opportunity to meet up with amazing classmates Patrick, Henrique, Suleiman,Aliz, Jean Sebastian, Domingo, Thea, Albert, Ivana, Anja, Martina (2), Elisa, Andrea ; my friends outside of class : Patricia, Catarina, Guillermo, Quentin, Charles, Martin and everyone else!

Special thanks to my hosting group of friends, who made the trip everything it was. Thanks for showing me around the cities when I was there, for providing important travel advice, for being friends; for being companions and for helping me fall in love with Europe. To Jer (who showed me London and reminded me what how exciting it was going to be studying in a foreign country) ; my aunt, uncle and cousins in Falkirk, Scotland ; to Martina in Milan for being probably my favorite companion on the trip – the conversations and time we shared always stay close to me (and Silvia for being so helpful and fun too, you’re not old at all 😛 ) ; to Coral (and Pol) ,for taking care of me in Barcelona – I always laugh when I remember the silly adventures we had (both in Berlin and Barcelona) ; to Atte, for the amazing amazing time I had in Paris – it definitely ended on a high with you (I still remember dancing on the streets of Paris man…) . We definitely need to make this annual trip a thing.

To the friends I made along the way – Shana , Jessica, Julia, Malik, Arthur, Elsa, Amen, AnneCha, Emily for making this adventure exactly so much more magical.

I grew up so much on this trip. I had to take care of myself and absorb so much information that I could help but come back a different person. I became overwhelmed by the grandeur of creation that had occurred across all of Europe, and the range of history created by people , both horrific and splendid. If so much had been possible, so much more can be possible – and that was what ignited the fire in me.


When I was in college, I enjoyed myself a lot but there’s was a longing in my heart that I couldn’t initially understand. Life was good in college, but I wanted to continue discovering and being uncomfortable. I wanted to dance on the streets again, I wanted to fall in love with Baroque architecture, I wanted to climb mountains and overlook beauty. And I felt like I spoke a different language. I had seen so much, and while people had probably travelled more than me, there simply was a difference in the experience. So I knew I had to travel again. As much as I missed home the break was too short and so I decided to use my Winter Break to revisit Europe – focussing on central Europe.

This part will probably be updated towards the end of my trip because I’m only one week into the trip but I’ve made quite a number of friends already.

I have to start by thanking profusely Igor and his family for hosting me in Olomouc and making me feel so welcome ; for cooking homecooked food for me and for taking the time to care for me. To Anna, Zuza, Nick, Martin, Tomas, Lucie, Vojta, Jan, Martin, Tadeas for showing me Brno, Prague and making me feel like a local for the time I was here.

Makoto, Li Han –  Meeting Singaporeans anywhere in the world has always been thrilling, but you guys were especially fun to hang out with in Prague, and Vienna.

Istvan, Julie, Barna, Dodo, Anushka and the rest of the gang – for making our first night in Budapest such an eventful one ; we truly felt like locals.

(Space reserved for adventures i Budapest)


You can’t be the same after you see so much. I’ve shared a lot with my team back home on stuff we could explore bringing back to Singapore (e.g. Train of Dreams), based on what I’ve seen around the world.  No trip of mine has been short of unexpected twists and turns, but I’ve embraced the spirit of change and challenge , and have become excited by the notion of the unknown. Oh what a life.

Life is too short to  leave dreams and ambitions for when we’re older. The time is now, the adventure is ours to make.


“To travel is to take a journey into yourself”

Danny Kaye



this is it

this is it. two and a half years after i graduated from raffles, i finally get to continue my education proper. to go to a college and be a student again; to be able to learn proper subjects such as chemistry and mathematics. to be able to do homework again (i know, it’s crazy).

it’s really that knowledge that you’re allowed to be slightly childish again – to be a youth rather than a young adult. i know it’s difficult to revert to my 18 year old mindset, but i can afford to relieve some of the major responsibilities i used to have. and yet, when i think about it, i seem to just have graduated from another school to college.

i seem to have simply been a student of the world.

my time in the military taught me many things about leadership, camaraderie, military strategy and more technically, CBR related matters. my time doing The Hidden Good taught me about legal matters, about accounting, about HR, about social media exploitation, about consulting, about account management. my time interning taught me so much about the marketing, advertising and public sector. my time travelling vietnam, cambodia, malaysia, europe taught me about to see humanity as a common thread and to appreciate our capacity for greatness, that we are able to achieve great beauty as much as we’re able to achieve great evils.

but these lessons won’t stop, and shouldn’t stop. as a student of the world, i’m able to better channel my learnings in college, to be able to fully make use of the resources available to possibly make the world better and facilitate more greatness.

will i miss Singapore? definitely, but as with all cases, i move fast when i move forward. i just hope not to forget the people who have made my life amazing in the present. to always keep them in my thoughts, in my prayers. i tend to be sentimental to those who are sentimental towards me ; loyal to those who are loyal to me. and i will always remember the blessings bestowed upon me , and do my best to return the favour. i hope to make fabulous new friends in college, to see , taste and experience new things. to be a part of the future as much as i live in the spectacular now.


this is it.

i’m a storyteller, and this is my humble story. it’s a whisper in the darkness of night ; a squeak amongst the multitude. but i will fight to tell my story, because who are we without our tales of struggle and success.

let’s begin the next chapter.


why Singapore needs more stories

it’s finally here. 2nd of August. The day I fly to Germany, and then take an additional two weeks to backpack around Europe for a bit. I’ve been waiting for this long holiday for a long time. In order to get here though, there was a lot of closure that had to be done. I had to find a strong core team to take over The Hidden Good, I had to settle all my college and scholarship administrative matters , and I had to meet up with all my friends again before I fly off.

So yes, I managed to find a lovely partnership with Gushcloud that allows The Hidden Good to run and an amazing team to make sure things run smoothly after. I managed to close all my outstanding administrative matters. I managed to meet up with most of my friends. And the thing that came reiterating itself through these processes was the memory of things past. The stories that caused the present; the adventures and the decisions.

It was when I was at Gushcloud’s Office Opening , when Willie and Vincent , two entrepreneurs I deeply admire and now have the pleasure of being partners with, and they were sharing core stories that brought them to the establishment that was the office at 625 Toa Payoh Lor 4,  that i realised I too would share my own stories someday and would hope that they inspire a new layer of initiative and empowerment. And what if were able to bring these stories together in a good way – in a way that Singaporeans could be proud of.

We remember the Singapore of old because of the multitude of stories and the materials captured in the history books. Struggles, battles, deaths and sacrifices. But if anyone was to write a story on Singaporeans in the past 30-40 years, what would we write about? We need to keep creating history, to keep creating national memories. Right now, we’re nostalgic and remembering things from the 50s-60s. But are we are caring about profiling the memories we make now?

There are some that are capturing these stories, but I still think the missing ingredient is a good taste. No one has captured the heart of the Singaporean through his/her prose just yet , but more should try to. In their own way. A Singapore rich in its stories, find its people sharing these stories in times of doubt or conflict. These are what make a society.

I’ll continue making my own stories. I don’t really like the idea of YOLO – i think the concept of living once both liberates and constricts in so many way. But I do believe in Carpe Diem – in seizing the day . In living. And with those stories, I hope to continue to add to my wealth – of knowledge and application. And make the world a better place