Family Ranting Matters.
I hope I can see my grandpa.
In a form of a butterfly.
Like how I saw him flying around his coffin when we were leaving for the cemetery. (:
Last sunday, two of my aunties told me that my grandpa had went back to visit them.
the first auntie said that she saw a butterfly flying into her bedroom, the other said her lights were flickering.
And last thursday, while I was using the comp alone in the living room watching TV, I felt a whack on the back of my head. haha, CREEPY~!
Maybe he was asking me to sleep and cut my hair.HEH!(My hair was still long at that time so I went to cut it the next afternoon.)
*Pardon me for my next sentences cause they might sound a bit ridiculous but it's the truth!*
It has come to my attention that my grandmother, STEP-GRANDMOTHER IN FACT, is a bitch.
I hate her for the fact that she actually mistreated my grandpa, taking about my grandpa's allowance, and worse of all...SHE SHED CROCODILE TEARS IN FRONT OF MY GRANDPA DEATHBED AND COFFIN.
She immediately threw away all my grandpa's clothes/wheelchair/BED/his fav chair and many other more stuff after he passed away on the first day.
She didn't even have the guts to look at my grandpa's body in the coffin cause of all the guilt she has.
She didn't even bother to attend my grandpa's burial.
She even had the cheek on insisting to go to Genting when my grandpa was running a high fever.
And now she's crying cause she says we don't care about her anymore. In actually fact, she just wants us to feed her with attention and money.
Some people just ought to fucking die.
Ciaos.