Fuck rah.

The 6 goldfish that Dad, Cheyenne and I own died today. Some bloody infectious fungi thing started to infest them, and one by one they started to float on their bellies, gasping for air and finally having no energy to swim anymore.

It's so amazing that that evil thing that ate them up inside attacked within a really short span of 3 days. So quick, and so lethal. I am in mourning now, someone tell me what to do with an empty tank. I think Dad will be really shocked and upset to see an empty tank of water when he comes home tonight. Sigh. And they said fish were the best pets to keep!

And yknow, the cough is back. Yes, the one that makes me cough until I feel so much like vomitting. I don't know why, but the phlegm is clogging up, the throat is sore, and everything's going haywire right now. And so I don't think I am going to school tomorrow. I need to catch up on rest and not stay out so much, and save my voice. I need it to let me sing properly.

I feel so guilty now. I shouldn't have shared the 20 nuggets at Macs with Hidayah that day lah. And I still dipped it in all kinds of sauces somemore. Shit lah I hate it when I am sick lah who likes it right ok bye.