The Sanctity of life

its funny how the saddest things haf to happen at the worsest timings.. on the eve of departure, jen's grandma had to suffer a heart attack.. such is the fragility of life, how it can be there one moment n nxt moment.. poof .. it's gone .. unexpected.. vanishes silently, leaving a trail of destruction n devastation in its wake.. to think that a few days ago, she was still so jovial at the workshop .. still say i become veri thin after an ardous 2 wks of studying.. 2 days later, role reversal.. lack of appetite, no sleep culminates in a distraught, frail looking gal.. how cruel life is... or rather.. how cruel death is.. think jen a bit like me.. alwayz the "strong" one.. but it can be hard to bottle up one's emotions sometimes as it accumulates.. and it becomes too difficult to put on a brave front.. sigh i think sometimes i realli sux at consoling pple.. feel so so helpless.. dun dare to say anithing for fear of offending pple.. arghhh wat a start to my viet trip.. haiz.. gotta keep my spirits up... n keep everyone's up too... now we know why clowns dun smile.. they r pple too.. but yet even when sad they hafta make pple laff... LiFe is PrEciouS!