Just after my previous post on Thursday, my grandmother passed away. And just an hour before her death, my dad told me that she was fine and she could talk. I guess she mustered her very last breath to talk. She passed away at 7:46am so i didn't attend school on Monday and Tuesday. I guess this should shut some people's mouth. I didn't skip school ok.

My uncle said that i had a relatively calm disposition when that shit happened. Well, if not for paying my respects to my grandmother at the wake, i could have just slapped that shit bag in front of everyone. Her words were like thorns in my flesh. Her dad wasn't much better either. When he was told to change out of his clothes, he said "Sorry, i'm not a hypocrite." & so in other words, he was implementing that we all were. I think it's all that fat and oil in him that's blocking his road of wisdom. Well, being a hypocrite, you're a hippo.

My mind's been too busy thinking bout' far more important things.