It's been a while since i last blogged. Really busy lately... busy with family, with work, with wookie, worrying about my future, worrying about my eligibility to enter university.

Here's one thing that i wanna add into this journal, a story... about life.

There's this couple that worked really hard and managed to buy themselves a penthouse on the 72nd floor of The Sail @ Marina. The elevator was down on the day they decided to move in, but they were very enthusiastic about their new penthouse. They decided to carry all their baggages up using the staircase. On the 22nd floor, they were tired, they decided to put down their stuff and carried on climbing - even though they are tired. When they reached the 42nd floor, they were really tired, they started arguing, the couple argued and argued as the continued climbing up the stairs. After many many minutes, they reached the 62nd floor, they decided to stop arguing and finish it peacefully. Finally, they reached the door to thier penthouse, guess wat? The couple left their keys on the 22nd floor.

Morale of story? *Life*

When we are young, we are always really enthusiastic about anything and everything. We wanted all the attention in the world, we wanted to be involved in everything, we had really high aspirations, we wanted to be engineers, architects, teachers, businessman and everything. Finally we face the society, the working world. Everybody wants to work hard and climb the cororate ladder, they forgot their aspirations, they just want to earn an iron bowl. Have fixed income. But when they reach 42 years old, they start to complain and get tired of working. Complain about how short of money they have and everything, but do nothing about it and continue working till they reach 62, where they finally retire, and decided to stop complaining and carry on with life. On their deathbed @ 72, they realised they left all their dreams back then and nver really fulfill it - but were too late to salvage anything.

Am i gonna be one of them?