I thought in the year of 2016, I should be more truthful and blog about what I truly am thinking, instead of being too selective and careful with my contents. It's going to be a tad more sadistic i guess? maybe not? As i went back to Malaysia, where my paternal relatives are friend, I can't help but noticed the huge smiles on my grandma's face, then I looked at the altar, where my grandpa is. He died of TB, Tuber fucking culosis. Does it make any sense? In this fucking day and age. It was about 5 years back? I was with him one weekend and in less than a month he was gone. Tuberculosis, people die from that in Africa, not here. Till today I do not believe he pass because of that. I asked my folks, they kept avoiding and say stuff like his time was up and he's old but it's tuberculosis, it's only TB... so what the fuck happen? I hate myself so much then, for being useless, if it was now I'd be able to just transfer him to a Singapore Hospital right ...