panda eased my mind a bit after what's been happening around me. sha-sha's rebellious streak has gone overboard and i have this major piece of a heartburn that has been bothering me which i really want to expose to the world because i'm just being a hypocrite if i don't.

i hate my grandfather and i wish he would die.

there you go. i know, during this holy and glorious month, the ramadhan cometh with great opportunities in hand, for muslims to repent, to be devout, to appreciate and try to heighten the family bond at the build up of syawal. my grandfather, however, is as bitter and as angry as hell and i'm sick of him treating his children and his grandchildren with temper and tantrums.

i hope and hope and hope that i won't become like him when i'm aged. well, i also hope that i won't realize that the thing i hate most is actually the thing i'll miss when it's gone. i don't know if my grandfather's loco but i wish he would be those grandads who'll tell their grandchildren stories about the old days, maybe about world war 2 or the malayan experience or how it felt like to be out of malaysia or something like that.

they say the spirits roam free during this month. what would grandma think of me with this outburst.