june 22, 2008
12:04 am
chweet chweet. chweet chweet. text message:
i'm okay to be friends if you're okay to be friends.
holy camote que.
if there ever was a moment to say "be still, my heart"
this would be it.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
farewell to my pot-bellied finny friend
the goldfish at home are family members, they have the same overweight look as the rest of the human family members. they never say no when food is offered to them, which convinced me that we are really related.
one of the goldfish died last friday.
their tank was being cleaned, and when he was being moved from the tank to a timba where his brothers were temporarily parked, he leapt from the cleaner's hand and went SPLAT! onto the cold marble floor. he was hurriedly put back in the tank where he did a few halfhearted wiggles before moving on to the great aquarium in the sky.
he would've turned 3 years old on the day i turn 33.
goodbye, fishie. feeding you and your brothers before i leave for work is always a high point of my mornings, and you always manage to take away my sungit by swimming up to me like crazy when you see me approach with your fish food.
your brothers will miss you too. my mornings will never be the same without you.
one of the goldfish died last friday.
their tank was being cleaned, and when he was being moved from the tank to a timba where his brothers were temporarily parked, he leapt from the cleaner's hand and went SPLAT! onto the cold marble floor. he was hurriedly put back in the tank where he did a few halfhearted wiggles before moving on to the great aquarium in the sky.
he would've turned 3 years old on the day i turn 33.
goodbye, fishie. feeding you and your brothers before i leave for work is always a high point of my mornings, and you always manage to take away my sungit by swimming up to me like crazy when you see me approach with your fish food.
your brothers will miss you too. my mornings will never be the same without you.
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