Short.

Life is real short. Just came back from my ex-colleague's husband's wake. Life is really unpredictable. He was 24. The age of my many friends.

At times we make prayers to God for safety, health; basically for a better life. However, the weird irony here is, God takes away life. Question here is "How true will our prayers be answered?".

With his mighty hands, he gives and takes. Sometimes, blindly. Is there really such a thing as "Having the front door shut, another window opens"? Maybe its all just words and thoughts that we, Man, think of so as for self-comfort.

I'm kinda having a rush of many negative emotions right now. Angry at God for his selfishness, sad for Ah Sia, regret for not spending time with her and guilty for not able to be the perfect person to my friends.