Wish I could eat the economic beehoon he used to buy every morning, the Mango Jelly he used to buy as a reward, the funky Chicken + Pineapple dish he created........
Wish I was a better grand-daughter.
Wish he was still here.
Somehow every time I think of my grandfather I feel this odd pang of guilt that I didn't stay true to my passion and tried for Medicine. Why on earth am I doing Acct when Im hopeless at Math and I hate numbers? Ugh, one of the many times I disgust myself.
Ahh, screw this late night reminisce that is making me all lachrymose.