I've said it once and I'll say it again... "its been a while dear blog." This time though I'm convinced that the word "blog" is just echoing in the abyss cause goodness knows who still reads this thing.
"blog... log... log... log...."
Let's keep on truckin, shall we?
EEEK! I guess its been so long that I've done this that my typing fast is causing my laptop to make little demon noises. Sort of a "What the f*ck do you think you're doing?! This is WAAAAAAY more than 140 characters!" Shut it Lappie. Deal with it. I'm blogging.
So, whats the new happenings?
2 weeks ago, one of my coworkers left for vacation and she left her fish at the office so that we can watch and feed it while she was gone. Well, the fish after 2 days just looked like crap. It was all balled up in fetal position, staying low next to the rocks, and wasn't eating. I called it Emo Fish. I imagined that if it could, it would totally slump it way to a Hot Topic, buy some tight jeans, eye liner, and a twilight shirt it was so emo-y. Everyday for the next 2 weeks, people would stop by and say "that fish is dying." One guy brought his tank heater in cause he said the water was too cold. Another guy said the water was too warm, so then we took out the heater. Someone else came in and said their fish was doing the same thing right before it croaked. I just kept on thinking that any time, I would just look up and by chance, see little Emo Fish go belly up.
Funny thing is that the little guy lived in such a "I hate the world wretchness" for the longest time. It was like how when I was growing up, my cousin would always say a blessing before family dinner. And without a doubt, everytime, he would always make a mention of how this birthday/holiday/special occasion would probably the last that our Nanang would have. Year after year it would be the "last." I like to think that my grandma held on all those years just to spite him and make him look stupid.
So the day before my co-worker came back, little Emo Fish went on to the big ocean in the sky. I'm not going to say if he went naturally or if someone decided to put him out of his little emo misery and possibly slammed him onto the ground. I don't know any details.
But what sort of makes me sad is that when my co-worker came back, she said that he was like that all the time. That the fish would just hang out at the bottom of his bowl all curled up reciting Dashboard Confessional lyrics. And just when she'd think she would flush it, he would lighten up and swim around his bowl. That's just how he was.
Talk about awkward.
Like I said, I don't know too many details of his passing, but I do hope Emo Fish is in a happier place.
