Bambi (2007-2007)

I was gone for only 3 days (THREE FUCKING DAYS!) and.. and…. Bambi…. my baby…. was… gone..

*cries*

I asked my dad to feed them. Then my amah (sikanmatiiiiaahhhhh) ia bagi makan wah. Kan goldfish ani inda bulih banyak makannya. and I told her repeatedly NOT to feed it. pasal hariatu ia taruh banyak berabis wah the food. gila kali. damit kaliah ikan ku atu.. damit jua tu parut dorang. Iatah.. she did it again yesterday morning. Bapa told me panuh wah my jar atu dangan fish food.. so ia keluarkanlah… skali skali.. when I got back home yesterday (I didn’t know anything at first) my dad was like “jangan tekajut ah… sebuting ikan atu…” I didn’t let him finish the sentence. I shrieked so loud and ran to my room. Ada jua lakat tu dua buting. Then I saw Bambi cam at the bottom of the jar inda begarak. and I kacau it using the oxygen thing and… and…. ia float cam… lifelessly…. and…. and.. I cried so baaadddd… cam I look at this round thing floating around the jar… cam…. it hurtssss!!!! I couldn’t bear to look at it anymore I asked si bapa to.. what do you call it?.. dispose the body…

It was too much for me to handle. She (or he) was a good fish. She (or he) was there everyday to say good morning to. She (or he) helped me pick out something to wear everytime I wanted to go out. She (or he) even likes my singing (eventhough it’s bad). Yeah… Bambi is a good fish. And now… the jar looks bare… without Bambi… Thumper looks so sad.. I should get her another friend.

I hate the maid. She killed my fish. And that makes her… A fish killer. I am not talking to her ever again. Udah ku marahi ia. And I felt a little better.

I think I’m not gonna eat fish for a month. It’s just how I decide to mourn.