There is no need for adoption anymore. All my fishes just died. One after another. 3 fishes in 3 successive days. Mysteriously. No sign of disease. No malnutrition. No abnormal behaviour.
Believe it or not. I think my 3 fishes committed suicide (not that they jumped out of their tanks). Just before the first one decided to give up, I openly spoke about giving them all up to a fish-rearing uncle when I move over to holland in June. Papa warned me then, saying I should not say such things out aloud, in front of the fishes, that they would somehow hear/feel/understand/deduce/know... At that time, I thought it was a really funny, impossibly unscientific thing that he said.
It was awful clearing the floating lifeless bodies... Now the tank is empty. Before this, at least when papa is away, and I return home after a long tiring day at work, I'd get to see my wiggley fishes, bobbing around and trying to devour as many food pellets as their tiny mouths can during feeding time. At least then, there was something alive in the house. Now, there is nothing. Just the tv blaring senseless monologues in the background.
And now, a vein in my left neck is hurting. It hurts each time I project my voice a little. Started yesterday afternoon I guess, but really deteriotated this morning when even swallowing saliva hurt. Perhaps that vessel there is about to burst *touch wood*. I've already told some of my kid-clients strategies to handle their end-of-yr obstacles should I suddenly disappear from planet Earth just like little fishies. I even bought all of them tau huay/fruits/milo so that they'd remember me. Haha. Maybe it is not funny. But who cares.
Why care so much about what others think. When maybe, in actual fact, they are not even thinking of/about you one millibit.
No worries, I am good. I am not whining. Nor am I sad. I am just typing thoughts as they come.
After all, this is my blog - and who is to say no?
4 comments:
About your fishes... my brother's 9 fishes died all at once... he bought them for a day, went to work, came home, all dead... why? No idea...
About your vein... maybe you should see a doctor... if it hurts with voicing, maybe you can see a speech therapist for some voice therapy... I am an advocate for speech therapy!
my condolences to ur bro over his fishes' mass suicide. maybe my fishy pal (who is off internet for these couple of days but will likely reply when she's back) will come out with some theory as to how come all 9 went to heaven at the same time. some water conditions or something... she is the expert.
anyway.. abt my vein.. haiz.. i've got this JC teacher who once had to undergo an operation coz her voice box damaged due to over-exertion or something. she is also pretty dramatic in class.. i can only pray that i do not follow in her footsteps. *choi choi, touch all the wood in Amazon*
hah! thanks for the free advertising... i think it could be the chlorine and stress (the-9-fish-death story). but not enough info to diagnose.
hey, how's your gas thing? maybe instead of burping it's getting into your neck? ok, very unscientific. am just trying to make light of things. hiyoh gal, you gotta take it easy a bit. and dun scare ur kid-clients lah. as it is, the end-of-year-challenge is stressy enough. and to lose a mentor and moral support?????????
haha i like it. stress them sometimes to make them less complacent. let them realise that at the end of the day, they really have to depend on themselves to get that big pot of gold loh.
my gas thing.. well, if i haven't been taking my lime green pills regularly, do u think my gas thing will go away..? the fact that he started off saying it's a "functional problem".. i guess.. to me, is another way of saying that the pills won't work loh, unless I change my daily "functions". =P
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