Monday, June 19, 2006
two dumb fucking malay kids came to disturb my grandma's funeral.
when my mother was re-counting to me what they did, i wanted to wack them up so badly.
coz its on the 3rd day, 3pm liddat, i was at home sleeping.
coz i stayed for the few nights.
they came and blew off the candles, re-arranged the fruits, tricked my mother, coz when they blew off the candles, my mother tried to light back the candles, then she not very good in using the lighter, then one of the boi offered to help, then my mother gave them the lighter, fuck lo, the dumb fucking malay kid took it and ran off.
FUCK U la. fucking dumb parents never fucking teach them.
its not only this incident that make me hate malays more. still got alot la, all involving malays. maybe its just me.
oya i went to collect the bones yesterday, got the skull then got the ribs all these. but its all boney la. then the bones are damm fragile, like going to crack any moment, then the priest take the bone like abit rouge, i scared crack lo.
then we went to the temple to place the bones inside the urn, then put together wif my grandpa.
my grandma passed away at 97. i always thought its normal to live up to 100.
then hor the first day i went, got 1 mute talk to us using sign language all these, he intro himself that he live 12th floor, then blahblah, asked my grandma which floor one, how old?
then we said 97, he WAHHHHH, like damm shock lo.
ai ya fuck, i still hate malays who make trouble, especially those 2
12:05 PM