death

received a call bearing bad news on friday evening, about an hour before i was going to knock off work.

"my sister's bf had passed away..."

the above sentence jolted me when my friend told me this. the 5 'W's and 1 'H' questions raced across my mind.

i'm not too close to his sister but i do interact with her every now and then. i guess she need all the emotional help she can get from her family.

time do heals all wounds...

well, almost all.
...
one never know when death will pay us a visit.

i really envy fellow uni friends who garnered quite a huge savings since they started work 2 years ago.

mine is really negligible.

most of the money i'd spent are on pampering and enjoying myself.

pubbing, dance classes, wakeboarding, overseas trips, spas etc etc.

i figure...

what if i dont live long enough?

so what if i had a huge saving but i dont get to enjoy it...