a dream of the future and of the past

for the past two consecutive nights, i had weird dreams. first night, i dreamt of my convocation. no, not my undergrad, but of my PhD graduation... haha. talk about sick-of-studying-and-can't-wait-to-graduate syndrome..it was so surreal. the environment, the friends who came, the people, the lecturers and even the round mortar hat! and then **poof** i woke up and found myself, still stuck in the midst of my PhD... far away from graduating. sigh...















my undergrad convocation, and my proud mum =)

then last night, i was brought back to the times of when my granddad was still around, 8 years ago.. i could see his face so clearly, his soft white hair, his eyes looking deep into me, with those aging wrinkles on his face which only intensified more when he smiled.. we were chatting away in his room at the geriatric center.. and he was eating the jelly that i always made...plain jelly, minus the nata de coco coz it was too tough for him to chew on.. and it was those last words that was so clear to me that repeated again in that serene dream, those words that all grown ups will give to their younger generation.. to study hard and work well.. and his hope before his final breath, to pursue that PhD...

and then i wonder, if these two dreams had some link in them... maybe, this is what i needed to regain that motivation to move on and persevere..