I totally forgot to talk about the main topic yesterday.
Well, so here it goes.
I forgot to feed my beta fishes for almost, three days!
If you don't know what's a beta fish, it's the other name for fighting fish.

Okay, so there's one. With the colour of blue and yellow, I was washing the fish tank and transferred both fishes into two plastic cups.
(fighting fishes can't be together in a bowl. 'Cause, well, they will fight and die)
I was scooping the blue and yellow skinned fighting fish with a scooper and then it suddenly flipped and omg! It's in the sink!
I was panicked like heck. I screamed and my granny was worried why the hell did I just scream for?
So she asked what happened and I told her, "The fish is in the sink! Is it gonna die?! ...OMG IT'S DEAD! how how how how?!"
But my granny seemed so, calm when I told her about it.
Then she told me to get the scooper and scoop that fish up and put it straight into the plastic cups, filled with water of course.
So I did and ph-ew, it continued swimming after that.
Thank God.


Then the other fish, which is the other one with purple-ish and pink-ish breed.
It committed suicide when I was in tuition. Add Maths tuition to be exact.
My mom told me about it. So I was shocked and thinking what the heck is wrong with my fishes today?!
She told me that while she was walking, she saw something slimy and purple-ish pink-ish colour who-knows-what thing on the floor.
She thought it was a dead baby rat or something -_-
HOW CAN THAT such particular FISH TURNED INTO A BABY RAT?
Mom, baby rats are bigger than fighting fishes okay.
And then again, my granny went and pick that fish up with tissues(I wonder how can you pick a fish up with a tissue!?) and put it back into the tank.

I quickly put my books on the table and ran straight to look at my poor fishes right after I'm back from tuition.
The one who committed suicied, which jumped from the highest to the lowest didn't really move at all.
So I was panicked, again.
And I wonder how did it even jump from that tank so high up, down to the lowest ground!
Amazing but, not too amazing.
'Cause it just injured itself by doing that!
Sigh, such poor fishes.

My sis so very the helpful, told me that my fishes dislike me and can't live any longer here with me as their owner.
So it committed suicide. One by One.
Ugh.
Is that actually what big sisters do? Pulling hopes down and making the younger ones sad?
pfft.


Anyways, will blog more later.
Going out now.
Ciaoz~