I think the thing I hate most right now is ageing. Yes, I'm 16 years old & I hate ageing... LOL, I actually hate seeing my grandparents age. It's saddening, but the memories still make me laugh. Just thinking back to when I was in Yr 2-3, and my grandpa would steal my cereal bowl in the morning when I was watching "Toasted TV" or whatever it was back then.  Then I'd stab my spoon back into my bowl of cereal and lazily place another spoon of Fruit Loops into my mouth, only to realise (after a few spoons) that my bowl was on the other side of the table and my grandpa would be laughing & asking me "PER (He never finishes my name, idk why) where's your bowl?" And the times when we went to the park, and my grandma would tell me to slip slop slap. I, being a super lazy kid would just squeeze a coin-sized blob on both hands, touch my cheeks, arms and legs and run out the door with 6 white spots on my limbs and face. Then my grandma would face palm & rub it in for me. Those were the times.... && when I'd get bruises from like stacking it on a daily basis, my grandpa would rub my bruises with like this asian oil and I'd be crying cuz he'd be pressing them. Then he'd give me a Milky Way bar (my favourite chocolate btw) and I'd immediately shut up and just casually swing my legs that were yet to grow long enough to touch the floor.